The third brother's temperament is obviously not as much as the big fat man just now, and when the old ghost and I stared at him with fierce eyes, this Indian Ah San immediately shouted loudly: "I cooperate, I cooperate!" ”

But the man spoke English. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Well, I passed level 4 in English school. I have been using it for many years. I didn't lose it, but I also practiced hard in Europe this time, but I don't know if it was because the cultivator's brain has improved, and his learning efficiency has become higher, and he can barely talk, so I will interrogate him.

Soon, Ah San explained Zhang Haiyang's whereabouts.

It's in this building.

Yes, after the day before yesterday they had left Yun Moqian and Mia on the banks of the Seine, they continued to search for us, but to no avail, so they returned here.

These people go out day and night, and during the day, they naturally squat in a dark corner to rest.

Ah San confessed that they had a total of seventeen dark members here, led by Avril Lavigne, the blade girl, and as for Zhang. He was a liaison sent by the Earl of Warwickburg and was not part of the Tsmich family.

In addition to the dark members, there are also some mercenaries hired by the head of the Tsmich family, and he is one of them. But most of them went out looking for clues.

As for the composition of these dark members, five of them have knighthoods, and the rest are acolytes.

Deadpool.

That guy is a rectum, all of them are gone, and there is no reservation, but at this time, the old ghost spoke: "Mia, did he participate in the matter the day before yesterday?" ”

Mia's hand kept on the pistol, and when she heard the greeting, she nodded her head and said yes. I remember that he inserted a tube into Mo Qian's stomach.

The old ghost found a sharp Gurkha knife in the room, handed it to Mia, and said calmly, "Blood debt and blood repayment." Here you go! ”

The shape of the Gurkha knife was very strange, a bit like the dog's leg, Mia didn't dare to take it, and lowered her head not to look at the old ghost.

Indian Ah San seemed to see what the old ghost meant, and hurriedly shouted: "I was wrong, I lied, in fact, there is a very powerful guy here......"

The old ghost didn't understand, but glared at Mia viciously and said sharply, "Have you forgotten? Tell me! ”

The green tendons on Mia's forehead jumped suddenly, snatched the Gurkha knife, and slashed at the neck of Indian Ah San, cutting off half of his neck, and the words naturally ended.

I wanted to stop it, but I didn't.

After swinging the knife, Mia trembled, held the Gurkha knife tightly, and then continued to take deep breaths, her face palpitating.

The angle at which she came out of the knife was not very good, not to mention splashing her own blood, and even I got a lot of it next to me.

At this time, the old ghost came over and said to Mia: "Listen, you are not alone with Mia, a former international student, you know?" You are burdened with Yun Moqian's hatred and path, and only by making yourself strong can you live comfortably in this world. ”

Mia resisted the disgust in her heart, gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, I see." ”

The old ghost took the submachine gun in the house, checked it, and then gave it to her, saying that you are guarding the door, and anyone rushes over and shoots directly with this, and if you see something wrong, leave the house immediately and run outside, you know?

Mia panicked and said, "What about you? ”

The old ghost looked at me and said that we, let's go and work hard, we may not be able to take care of you.

After explaining this to Mia, the old ghost looked back at me and said Lao Wang, are you ready?

I said it was the honor of my life to fight alongside you.

I stretched out my fist and bumped into the old ghost.

Good brothers, live together, die together.

We pushed the door open and walked towards the end of the corridor as Indian Ahsan had explained.

At the end of the hallway, there is an entrance to the basement.

The two walked slowly, the corridor was so silent, I told the old ghost what the third brother said before he died, saying that there was a very powerful guy, the old ghost shook his head, and said that the arrow is on the string, I have to send it, anyway, kill a few people first, and give me a fire.

Walking to the end of the corridor, the old ghost and I cautiously pressed against the door, and then slowly pushed inside.

It was a dark room, with a thick curtain covering to block out all light.

But by the light of the hallway, I could see that there were four people in the room, three of them huddled together and whispered something, and one of them reading a book in the corner.

In the dark room, there was no light at all, but he watched with relish.

The moment we pushed the door, he was the first to look up at us, and the old ghost took the Gurkha knife that Mia had just slashed at and rushed straight towards the man.

That guy is a Bloodline.

My target is the other three people, who are supposed to be mercenaries hired by the Tsmich family, and they all smell of gunsmoke.

When I rushed to them, the three guys also moved, two with knives, while the other black man, who was more than 1.9 meters tall, threw him directly with a whip leg.

Violent!

These people are all fierce men who have had actual combat experience, and they are decisive and ruthless, and they are all means of killing with one hit, and there is not much left behind.

However, these people come and go, and they are all the most direct and ruthless boxing techniques, and there is nothing mysterious about them.

What they believe in is simple and straightforward killing techniques.

I'm not.

I know that sometimes, the arc is faster than the straight line, and this kind of means that violates the common sense of physics is the way I practice.

South China Sea Turtle and Snake Technique.

Under the attack of the three of them, my body twisted like a spirit snake, dodging the fatal blow of the three of them, and then a thirteen-story thunderbolt slapped on the chest of one of the white men.

Bang!

The so-called thunder hand, one is fast, the other is heavy, after a successful blow, I instantly withdrew my palm and separated the dagger handed over by others.

After the man was hit in the chest with a palm, he collapsed in half.

His heart was pierced by a bone spur in his ribs, and he instantly lost his breath, and as soon as he sat on the stool, blood spurted out of his mouth.

Not a word.

Kill one person first, I didn't stop for a moment, grabbed the white blade empty-handed, caught the dagger of the other person, and flew up and down, like the poisonous snake out of the hole, steady, accurate, ruthless, three words, the remaining two people were also solved.

When I finished dealing with it, the old ghost directly cut off the head of the boy who was reading the book, and dug out his heart.

I looked at the blood splashed all over the ground, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, saying Old ghost, can you talk about a little public morality, other people's aunts still have to sweep the floor, how difficult is it for you to do this?

The old ghost grabbed the beating heart and stared at it for a long time before answering me: "I just want to remember what the blood of the Tsmich family tastes like. ”

After saying that, he opened his mouth and bit down.

The old ghost ate the guy's heart, bite after bite in front of me.

Brothers to brothers, but I feel disgusted that he does this.

After dealing with the guards, the old ghost and I quickly found the entrance, which was behind the bookcase, and with the flip of the mechanism, there was a straight down passage.

We walked down the basement, where there was no light at all, there were faint candles on the walls, not much, but they could illuminate the space.

The basement was divided into several rooms, and in the outer hall, twelve coffins were placed.

The coffin was not made of black lacquered wood, but of white marble.

Each coffin was tightly sealed, but the old ghost didn't look at it, and walked straight inside.

The so-called waiters are the blood clans who have just started for less than ten years, these people have the lowest level, not only have poor personal ability, but some people can even walk in the sun for a few hours, which belongs to the kind of incomplete evolution, which allows them to integrate into human society.

These people are not much stronger than those mercenaries outside, and the old ghost will disdain them, and our opponents are those five people with knighthoods.

Yet I stopped here and began to push the lid of the heavy coffin.

Because I think there should be an ocean in this.

The guy didn't look very old, and Mia told me that she was still in a relationship more than a year ago, and it was impossible to have a knighthood.

Even the first embrace given by the Earl is difficult, unless there is a special contribution.

I flipped the first one, it was a curly-haired man, and before he could open his eyes, I plunged the dagger into my throat, but that apparently did not kill him, and the man reached out and grabbed my hand tightly.

I held his head down and pulled the dagger horizontally, slicing it off.

Until this moment, he did not move again. The service page is estimated to be numbered.

I then slaughtered four more Bloodline Deadpools in the same way, and they didn't show much strength when they woke up from their slumber, leaving me with no sense of accomplishment.

This situation is like the feeling of helping my father kill chickens during the Chinese New Year in my hometown.

It was a massacre, and it was entirely manual work.

When I turned to the sixth one, I found that the sarcophagus was empty, and I was stunned for a moment before I remembered that there was another one on it.

It's a pity that he was slaughtered by the old ghost.

As I was about to continue, suddenly there was a beastly roar from inside, and I looked up and saw the old ghost thrown out.

Before I could react, a huge black figure covered in hair rushed out of the inner hall of the basement.

The guy rushed to the door of the hall, looked around, then raised his head and roared, "Whew......"

It sounded like a wolf.

I looked at the guy and saw that he was two meters tall, covered in messy black hair, and his face looked like a wild dog walking upright, or ...... Wolf!

The roar filled the room, and the sarcophagus beside me began to shake, and at this time the old ghost shouted at me: "Old Wang, guard the door!" ”

I was just about to turn my head, and in the long room, the sword flashed.