The alley is very quiet, and there is a noisy metropolis outside, but when you enter the alley, you feel like you have entered another world, quiet, and the alley is not wide, about three meters wide.

The alley was deep, and Shi Zhong was quietly moving forward, but there was no trace of the Indian just now.

"Up there!"

Shi Zhong glanced at it, a white shadow jumped on the wall and disappeared, Shi Zhong was curious, followed from a distance, and didn't know where he had arrived, the white shadow stopped.

This is a private courtyard, and the ability to buy a reading villa here shows the wealth of the owner.

The white-clothed Indian stopped at the door of the villa, did not make a sound, and just stood there coldly, but soon, there was a noise and cursing in the villa, and it was too far away for Shi Zhong to hear clearly, but he probably couldn't understand what it meant.

Suddenly, the Indian in white took a step to the left, and almost at the same time, with a "bang", the floor on which he had been standing burst and a silenced bullet hit the floor.

In the distance, Shi Zhong was stunned, is this still a fucking human? Could it be that he will still be unpredictable? This Shi Zhong doesn't believe it, although he sometimes has a little bit of fantasy such as feng shui, but this unpredictable prophet is too!

Soon, the door of the villa opened, and Yuguan walked out of a group of people, dressed in black suits.

It's not a Westerner, you can see from the figure, it should be an Easterner! Shi Zhong secretly guessed.

“￥#@……&*！” Protected by a black suit was a middle-aged man in his forties, who originally thought it was a Korean, but when angry words burst out of his mouth, he realized that it was himself.

Murakami was very angry, he was peeling off the kimono of a beautiful girl, there was such a big movement outside, and when he came out, he saw that it was an Indian Ah San, of course, this could not reduce Murakami's anger, on the contrary, he wanted to chop this rude Indian into meat sauce and feed it to the dogs.

"Indians are an extremely inferior country, and when our Yamato nation ruled the world, the first thing we did was to slaughter all Indians!" Murakami scolded that this time he didn't use Chinese language, but in a weird tone of English.

The eyes of the Indian in white suddenly opened, shooting a terrifying light, it turned out that he had been closing his eyes just now, and the Indian in white spoke fluent English: "The one who has spoken bad things about India in front of me has never lived for an hour, and tonight, you are no exception!" Although he said lightly, his eyes were unusually cold, as if he was a ruthless god.

"Yaga!" Murakami jumped up violently and pointed at the Indian in white, with a hideous expression on his face, "Take him down for me, and I'll take it to feed the dog later, haha, I'm already looking forward to the scene of him being chased and bitten by a dog!" ”

Several people around laughed at the same time, they had become accustomed to the cruelty of this adult, and following him, it seemed that the most primitive murderous surname in their hearts was slowly stimulated, and they used fierce beasts to hunt defenseless enemies, which was their favorite thing to see in Yueben, where fierce dogs could be used instead of fierce beasts such as tigers and wolves.

There are ten black suits around Murakami, each of them has a pistol, two of them are submachine guns, hearing Murakami's words, the two black suits put away their guns, and forced the white-clothed Indians with a cruel smile, they are all elites in the club, and it is not a problem to usually put down two or three adults, although this Indian Ah San looks a little stronger than ordinary people, but he is not much worried.

"Don't move!" They completely treated the white-clothed Indians as monkeys, and this is how they themselves, when confronted with enemies weaker than him, showed their lowly and worthless pride, and showed their strength by mistreating the captured enemies.

The two said that they wanted to grab the arms of the white-clothed Indian, but they didn't think about it, and the moment they just stretched out their hands, suddenly, their bodies stiffened, and their raised arms stayed in the air for a moment, and then they hung down weakly, followed by the sound of their bodies falling to the ground.

"Bang bang!"

This group of people said that they were elite, and when they realized that something was wrong, the bullets were fired, but unfortunately, the Indians who were originally standing were still in place, as if they had disappeared out of thin air, and no one found out where he had gone.

In the distance, Shi Zhong was also startled, he was attracted by the two people who fell to the ground, and after a while, when he looked up again, the white-clothed Indian was gone.

"Click!"

A black suit said that he fell to the ground silently, only to see that his neck was twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't know what was going on when he died!

The crowd was shocked, and they all held black muzzles on guard.

Before the surprise fell, another black suit fell, his head twisted one hundred and eighty degrees, his face turned to his back, silently, but the means were extremely shocking, concise and full of killing.

Everyone only felt a chill rise in their hearts, and they didn't know if they would be the next to die!

"Indian Ah San, you Indians are like this, you have the courage to show up and fight openly!" Murakami panicked, as the younger brother of the president, he has always been high, this time he came to San Francisco, the task is also very light, just eye-catching, the other team is the elite, composed of the political axe and the association, and the leader of the team is said to be a master of the military circle.

Murakami didn't hope that his words would force the Indians out, but, obviously, he was wrong, and still in that place, there was a white-clothed Indian standing, with a fierce look on his face, and his eyes were blood-red, as if he had just enjoyed the killing, and laughed cruelly: "You say that I am too weak!" ”

Da Zi Zai Tian is one of the three main gods of India, known as the God of Destruction, the Lord of Killing, don't look at his usual facial expression, but as long as he touches the blood, the violent qi hidden in his body will explode, revealing the murderous side, which is why the world only remembers him as Da Zi Tian, not his real name Rahman.

In the distance, Shi Zhong had a shocked face, he saw the figure of Da Zi Zaitian, but he only captured a vague concept, using his extremely fast speed, coupled with the conscious use of dark shadows, would cause the effect of disappearing without a trace.

Is there such a stranger in the world? That's too fast, isn't it? Shi Zhong had an illusion, even if he filled all the original acupoints, he couldn't catch up with the speed of that person, Shi Zhong was a little excited, it turned out that this world is not simple!

Shi Zhong compared Cheng Zibing with this person, although Cheng Zibing used to be a special soldier, it is estimated that he is definitely not this person's opponent.

"Shoot!"

Murakami secretly scolded a fool, the gun in his hand raised his hand and fired, his subordinates opened fire one after another, and two guys showed their hideous faces, and the submachine guns in their hands fired unceremoniously.

However, they were soon disappointed, there was not one more corpse on the ground over there, it was still just two, and they would be able to do this one-plus-one spell.

"I told you you wouldn't live more than an hour!"

Mixed with a fierce voice suddenly sounded, I don't know when, Da Zi Zaitian had already deceived the crowd, afraid that it was all his own people, no one dared to shoot, they all dispersed in a panic, but in just a few seconds of dispersion, three more people fell, their chests were sunken, as if they had been touched by the palms of a giant bear, their sternums pierced through the black suit, and a few pieces of broken liver flowed out of their mouths with red liquid.

I finally panicked, the powerful enemy is not terrible, the so-called ants bite the elephant to death, but the invisible enemy is the most terrible because you can't bite if you want to!

At the scene, only Murakami and the three black suits were left, without exception, with frightened expressions on their faces.

"If there is a seed, come out, India Ah San!" The gun in Murakami's hand was fired indiscriminately, and after the pistol bullets were finished, he snatched the submachine gun from one of his subordinates and fired a strafing shot, hitting the ground beyond his face.

"Bang!"

As if it had been hit by a big truck, the body of a black suit suddenly flew out and slammed into the wall, a "click" was clearly audible, and the body was twisted and almost deformed.

It's a game-like killing!

The other two black suits finally couldn't stand this terrifying atmosphere that would die tragically at any time, and they screamed and fled one after another, however, they didn't run three steps, and in front of one of them, the body of Da Zi Zaitian appeared, Da Zi Zaitian grinned, and a lightning-like fist struck at him, and his fist shot out like a cannonball.

Said that his abdomen was almost pierced, Da Zi Zaitian's fist was stained with blood, and even the fragments of internal organs, Da Zi Zaitian smiled cruelly, a few jumps, and his legs burst out with amazing bouncing power, it is estimated that he has set a new Olympic record, catching up with another person, his right leg was whipped and pressed from top to bottom, and his legs were instantly fractured and knelt down, and his mouth spurted mixed with shattered internal organs, and he was not blind.

"You... You are the devil! Murakami pointed to Dazi Tiandao in horror, took out his mobile phone, and hurriedly dialed the number, but as soon as the phone was connected, it fell to the ground, and the owner of the phone slowly fell to the ground, and it turned out to be a headless corpse.

In the distance, Shi Zhong almost vomited when he saw it, and with the last blow, Da Zi Zaitian actually kicked Murakami's head away from the neck with his whip leg, terrifying strength.

“#@￥&？” There was a stiff voice over there, it was a whisper.

Da Zizaitian smiled contemptuously, raised his foot and stepped on the phone into pieces.

San Francisco's abandoned factory far from the city, a man with an angular face like a knife has a gloomy face, he is Natsume Yoshiro, the current duty is called a certain unit, is the commander of this operation, the team in the village is just eye-catching, but, just stepped into San Francisco, Murakami was poisoned, it seems that there will be many competitors in this operation, and it is extremely powerful, and the major countries will send their own special forces, and even some organizations, just like the Sakura Club that cooperated with the political axe this time.

Yoshiro resents Sakura's meddling in the political axe, but he has to rely on their power because they have been in business for many years and have a complex network of connections in San Francisco, such as the weapons needed for this operation.

No one could understand Shi Zhong's pain, after the white-clothed Indian killed all the people, he didn't leave, but stood still in place, which made it difficult for Shi Zhong to do it, lying motionless on the ground, not daring to make the slightest movement.

The Great Freedom Heaven is known as the God of Destruction, and he has a flame on his forehead that can spew out world-destroying flames, of course, this is just a legend, but Rahman was born with an inhuman sense, which is not like the superhuman sense that is tempered by the aura of the stone clock.

Suddenly, Da Zizaitian smiled and turned his head to look behind him, the violence in his eyes was dissipating, but it startled Shi Zhong, because his gaze was on the place where Shi Zhong was hiding.

Loose white sweatshirt, white loose trousers, although he has experienced some killing, but there is no trace of blood on his body, which shows the horror of his person. Da Zi Tian was about to step forward, suddenly, his pupils shrank, his eyes shot in the direction of his eleven o'clock, he groaned, and strode towards that side.

(To be continued)