"Xintian-kun, I still decided to disperse our people, as for the above, I will explain to them."

Time passed quietly before you knew it.

The sedentary Murakami suddenly broke the silence in the room and said to the Sven man.

"Now that you've decided, I'll call the squad leaders up."

Nobuta, who had been sitting there honestly, heard Murakami's words, bowed slightly to the Murakami and said, then picked up the mobile phone beside him and dialed the phone of one of the squad leaders, the phone rang four or five times, but no one answered, seeing this situation, Nobuta's face changed suddenly, and he quickly dialed the phone of Tanaka, the number one general in the village, but the phone rang four or five times and no one answered.

"Murakami-kun, something may have happened, we have to evacuate quickly, just now I called Tanaka to a small leader, they didn't answer, you know, according to the regulations, the phone must be picked up on the third ring after ringing, if one is like this, it may be that they made a mistake and didn't hear it, but both are like this, then it looks suspicious, you must know that Tanaka is responsible for your personal safety, and his phone must be turned on 24 hours a day."

Nobuta threw away the phone and shouted anxiously at Murakami, who was still waiting for his news.

"Something's wrong? No...... It's unlikely, you must know that the whole building is ours, and there are our people on the first and second floors, and there are alarm settings on every floor, if something happens, they should be the first to warn, unless ......"

"Dragon !!"

Hearing Nobuta's words, that Murakami obviously didn't believe it, but a name suddenly emerged from the minds of the two, and the two of them spoke out at the same time, when they guessed that it was possible that the dragon group would intervene, whether it was Nobuta and Murakami, their faces turned pale, and they knew a lot about the power of the dragon group. Basically, it was a sharp sword that sneaked into the head of Huaxia with bad intentions.

"Withdraw, whether it is or not, let's start withdrawing and then talk, safety first."

That Murakami had lost his previous composure, and he didn't want to be a member of the dragon group, so he immediately ordered angrily, and before Nobuta could respond, he took the lead in picking up from the mat, and rushed to a decorative vase next to a wall that looked like a finished haode. Immediately, the wall cracked in the middle, and a hidden elevator appeared in front of him.

"Is it too late to evacuate?"

Outside the door, a cold voice came from the door.

Then, the door panel shattered, and a man who had been beaten to an inhuman shape was thrown in from outside the door and fell heavily to the ground, splashing blood on the ground, which Murakami and Nobuta saw. The man who fell in front of him, all his teeth had been knocked out, his hands and feet were twisted like twists, and he was covered in blood. He died a horrible death, and he could barely make out his hair and clothes, and he was his right-hand man, Tanaka.

Tanaka is a good karate black belt 5th dan. With his strength, even if he dealt with a dozen well-trained soldiers, he would not be injured, but now he was silently beaten into a puddle of mud. And the most frightening thing is that they didn't hear a single movement, Tanaka didn't even have a chance to scream, his opponent, what kind of terrifying monster is he?

Murakami and Nobuta looked cold, and at this time, there was an extra young man at the door.

His body was stained with specks of blood, especially his hands, which were dripping with blood beads one by one, and he walked leisurely, as if he was walking in the back garden of his own home, but the cold smile on his face, combined with the blood flowers all over his body, made him look like a bloodthirsty Shura who had returned from hell.

"Kill him!" The corners of Murakami's eyes twitched, and he roared frantically at Nobuta, he couldn't see through the strength of the young man in front of him at all, but thinking about it with his toes, he knew that this young man was not an easy person, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to give his number one general Tanaka like this, and he wouldn't have appeared in front of him silently.

Looking at the blood on the body of the young man in front of him, he knew that the people downstairs were estimated to be finished, and at this moment all his hopes were pinned on Xintian's body, only he knew, don't look at Xintian Si Wenwen, but he has received five years of hard training, and he is a qualified disciple of the foot basin double knife flow.

At this time, Xin Tian also felt that Qin Tian was a master who couldn't see the depth, he put away his usual disguise, and slowly walked towards Lu Ming, his sleeves silently slid down two sharp scalpels, hidden between his fingers, like the fangs of a poisonous snake.

And Murakami left the exposed elevator and swooped over the table next to him, with a desert eagle inside, no matter how good Qin Tian's skills were, Murakami didn't think that people could dodge bullets.

"Good opportunity, reverse chaos."

Xintian stared at Qin Tian tightly, and when he saw Qin Tian's eyes attracted by Murayama, he immediately shouted in his heart, in the master duel, as long as a trace of flaws is revealed, this is enough, at this moment, Xintian is full of confidence, he seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and rushed towards Qin Tian.

The silver light is like practice, and the strong wind brought out by the wave is even the space is divided......

Xin Tian stood behind Qin Tiandi, with a smug smile on the corner of his lips, he felt that his sneak attack was completely successful, the enemy was cut off by his own knife right hand, and the other knife cut off the neck artery, he cut his throat, but he had shiyan on hundreds of Zhi Na people, and every Zhi Na person who had his organs taken away would be used by him to practice knife skills.

Basically, he can now do a knife, can accurately cut the artery in the other party's neck, but does not hurt the muscles behind the artery, the other party will enjoy more than ten minutes in pain, before slowly moving towards death, the blooming bewitching blood flower, and the enemy's appearance when he is in pain, is what he likes to see the most.

As he was complacent, Nobuta suddenly felt an indescribable pain in his neck, and suddenly, a shadow of death hit his heart: What is going on? Could it be that he was the one who had his throat cut? This, how is this possible?

"Stupid."

Qin Tian looked at Xintian with an expression of disbelief, shook the two bright scalpels that he snatched from his hands, and snorted contemptuously.

Looking at the familiar scalpel in Qin Tian's hand, Xin Tian couldn't help but weaken his knees, kneeling on the ground, his eyes were full of fear, and his hands desperately tried to cover the bloody mouth on his neck, but the blood turned into a waterfall of blood, splashing from his fingers, flying straight away several meters.

Usually he stood there admiring others, that desperate look, but now it was Qin Tian standing there admiring his expression.

Qin Tian walked towards the pale-faced Murakami, and said coldly, "Next, it's your turn......"

"Don't ...... Don't come, I'm ...... I can open ...... Shot!! ”

That Murakami looked at Qin Tian who was striding towards him, quickly took out the desert eagle from the table, raised it with trembling hands, pointed the gun at Qin Tian, and shouted in horror, his expression was the opposite of Qin Tian, Qin Tian, who was pointed at the gun, was flat, and he was trembling with the gun.

Murakami knows that his strength is far worse than Nobuta, and even the skills of any small minion downstairs are stronger than him, but in the face of someone who can kill Nobuta in seconds, he wants to continue to fight with him, that is, to find death! I can only hope that this gun can force Qin Tian back.

"What do you want?"

Qin Tian stopped approaching and said lightly to the Murakami, as if he was really frightened by the desert eagle he was holding in his hand.

"Retreat...... Back off!!! ”

Seeing that Qin Tian finally stopped approaching, a hint of joy flashed in Murakami's eyes, and he shouted excitedly at Qin Tian, it seemed that his life was saved.

"Do you think you'll be able to run away now?"

Looking at Murakami, who had a hint of joy in his eyes, Qin Tian said sarcastically, this Desert Eagle is like a toy in his eyes, let alone a Desert Eagle, even if it is an M134 Vulcan Cannon, in the hands of Murakami, who can't hold this gun steadily, it can't hurt a trace of his hair, Qin Tian is just thinking about how to clean up this Murakami, and killing him with such a knife is too cheap.

"I ...... I just can't run away, and I'll let you bury me with me!! ”

Hearing Qin Tian's words, the glimmer of joy in Murakami's eyes immediately turned into horror, yes, can he really run away? The dragon group just came to a person, he didn't believe it when he was killed, maybe I don't know how many people were ambushed below, can he really escape with a desert eagle in his hand?

As soon as he thought of this, that Murakami suddenly went crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, the Qingming in his eyes was replaced by madness, holding the hands of the Desert Eagle, he pulled the trigger fiercely at Qin Tian, and he was going to pull a cushion on his back when he was dying.

"Hmph."

Looking at Murakami, who disrupted his train of thought, a trace of unhappiness flashed in Qin Tian's eyes, he originally wanted you to live a little longer, it seems that you are looking for death, with a twist of his footsteps, a bullet from his body grazed past Qin Tian's side, and that bullet just made the corner of Qin Tian's clothes float up because of it.

"No...... No way! ”

Looking at Qin Tian, who was unscathed, a trace of indescribable shock flashed in Murakami's eyes, and he even forgot to shoot for a while.

"Nothing is impossible, shijie is big, you are just a toad at the bottom of the well, arrogant, how high is An Zhitian."

Qin Tian slowly walked in front of the Murakami who had already been scared silly, snatched the desert eagle in his hand casually, and with a strange shake of his hands, the gun instantly turned into a pile of parts, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Ding, ding, ding."

Listening to the sound of the parts falling, that Murakami turned back from the shock, looking at Qin Tian who was close in front of him, and the gaze in his eyes without a trace of human feelings, that Murakami's heart was about to be frightened. (To be continued......)