When Da Zi Zai Tian left, Shi Zhong seemed to have collapsed, I don't know when, in this somewhat cold night, Shi Zhong's back was full of sweat, and his self-confidence that was invincible in the world collapsed a little, if he shot at himself, how much chance did he have of surviving?

Shi Zhong didn't know, he only knew that in terms of fighting techniques alone, a hundred of them were not opponents!

The history of human beings is so long, how can it be that there is no gain at all after studying nature and itself for so long, like the Great Freedom Heaven Rahman practiced the ancient yoga of India, and his physical functions were developed to the extreme, with the strength that ordinary people did not have, and the general special forces were not his opponents at all, of course, it was not the spearmanship, it was the fighting technique.

On the way back, Shi Zhong's mood was a little heavy, he seemed to have caught a trace of something unusual, what was Guoan sending him for?

"Aha, Baramba, you see, how funny this Italian is, he is covering his lower body, is he worried that we will be interested in his lovely?"

Suddenly, a joking voice sounded, Shi Zhong was stunned, looked up, and saw that in the street alley on the right-hand side, several Southeast Asians stood together in a semicircle, a white man covered his lower body and squatted in front of them, and next to the white man, two black men were lying quietly on the ground.

Shi Zhong hurriedly hid his body behind a pair of miscellaneous objects beside him and looked at it carefully.

"Shut up, Niru, hurry up, sometimes I want to shoot you in the head!" The person who spoke was a Southeast Asian man of more than 1.9 meters, with bulging muscles on his body, which had a great visual impact, and if Jack was here, he would have screamed, because this person was none other than his nemesis Katana's No. 1 general, Barumba.

"Damn, if you dare to kill me, the whole Italian family will hunt you down!" The young Italian clutched his genitals in pain, but everyone could see that this guy was more scared than a kitten.

"Italy?" Baramba muttered, "If the Italians dare to step into the Philippines with a gun, I will crush them in an armored car!" ”

Baramba didn't say big things, in the Philippines, with their power, there is nothing that can't be done, and on the contrary, in Italy, although those families are powerful, no matter how big they are, they must be within the scope of the law, at least on the surface, no one dares to use weapons such as bazookas, but in the Philippines, you can have a good time.

The Southeast Asian named Niru directly took out his gun and shot it at a black man on the ground, which was silenced, which frightened the young Italian man's face pale, and Niru said: "Baramba, I think you are too careful, we have the most powerful weapons, I don't believe that other forces can get powerful weapons like us, they are just pistols and submachine guns, hehe, when the time comes, I will carry a bazooka to the San Francisco Police Department, how bold it is!" ”

When Niru was about to shoot the second black man, Baramba suddenly stopped: "Wait! ”

"What's wrong?" Niru retracted.

Barumba lifted his modified revolver and strode towards the street.

Shi Zhong's heart jumped, he was discovered, it turned out that the sundries in front of him were blown off by the wind, and he cursed in his heart, he couldn't go, and he quickly thought about how to deal with it in his head!

"Click!"

Heavy footsteps, slowly approaching, Balamba has already raised the powerful revolver, grinning, the people behind the pile of debris must not have expected that his revolver has been modified, one shot is enough to penetrate the iron plate blocking him, although this will attract the police, but when the police come, he has already left, what are you afraid of!

Suddenly, Barumba felt his legs tugged on with tremendous force.

“oh，**！”

Barumba only had time to say this, his body fell, and he wanted to struggle again, but he found that his feet were tied together and he couldn't move, and when he saw clearly what was tying him, he was startled, and then he felt a pain in his throat, and an arrow composed entirely of water hit his throat, and the sound of "snorting" in his mouth turned out to be the throat breathing.

The body of one meter and nine only had time to struggle for a second or two before it lost its vitality, its eyes widened, and it was obvious that it was dead.

"Baramba?"

When Niru saw Barumba fall, he wanted to laugh, but soon realized that something was wrong, waved his hand, and motioned for one person to go over and check, while the rest of the people were also vigilant.

The Italian, seeing that the situation was a little strange and that no one was taking care of him, slowly crawled back.

"Ahh

The Southeast Asian who went to check on him didn't even fire a single shot, and then he fell, half of his body soaked with blood in his chest, and a water arrow pierced deep into his heart, and red blood gushed out.

"Who is it?" Niru spewed out a large pile of Filipino language, mixed with angry English, and raised his hand to shoot a few shots at the pile of debris, and the rest of the people also opened fire, and the pile of debris was instantly knocked down.

Shi Zhong lay on the ground, his ears were full of "dang dang" gunshots, and he was secretly glad in his heart, fortunately there was such an iron plate in the way, otherwise he would have to be shot into a sieve today.

At the same time, do not dare to slack off, concentrate on mental control aura.

Suddenly, a Southeast Asian suddenly made a "uh" sound, the submachine gun in his hand fell to the ground, and his hands slashed at his neck, as if a hand was pinching his neck, and his body fell to the ground.

This turn frightened Niru, and pointed the gun at the Southeast Asian, but did not find the murderer, the Southeast Asian struggled freely, wanted to shout but could not say a word, and soon kicked his legs a few times and did not move, and his face turned purple.

At the same time, four Southeast Asians in a row were struggling with their necks and their faces flushed.

"Ghosts? Hell! ”

Rao is Niru kills a lot of people, and he can't help such a supernatural death, so he can't wait to turn into four legs and run towards the other end of the alleyway, however, after running ten meters away, he screamed, and the flower of death bloomed in his chest, and he fell to the ground!

The young Italian was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and at this moment he wished he had fainted.

"Bang dang!"

There was a loud noise on the other side of the clutter pile, and the young Italian shrank his head, and looked over with fearful eyes, only to see, really as he imagined, out of a figure, his face blurred, and every step of the man beat his heart.

"Are you alright?"

The sound seemed to come from hell, but it was so pleasant to hear to Ferrati's ears, because he found that the person was not a blurred face, but a street lamp on his back, and he didn't see clearly, it was an oriental face, full of sunshine, like an angel, of course, this was just Ferrati's feeling.

In Shi Zhong's eyes, he felt that this white man seemed to be a bit of a brain idiot, and his eyes were staring at him without moving.

"Are you alright?" Shi Zhong repeated again, could it be that he couldn't understand English? Or is your spoken English too lame?

"Yes, thank you, my name is Ferrati, thank you for saving me, you know the spell of the East?" Ferrati came back to his senses with an excited look and, of course, some awe, in the eyes of Westerners, the strong are worthy of awe.

Shi Zhong didn't understand, but seeing the little excitement on this white man's face, he also knew what he meant, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "Hurry up and leave, the police will be coming soon, if you don't want to spend your next life in prison!" ”

Sure enough, Ferrati's face changed, and he took out a business card and stuffed it to Shi Zhongdao: "Mysterious Oriental, this is my business card, can you tell me where you live?" Or your name, I just wanted to express my gratitude."

"You can call me the god of the sea!" Where will Shi Zhong tell this guy his address and real name, but seeing that he will not leave if you don't tell me, he casually said something that he didn't know, and Ferrati thanked him for a while, woke up the black man on the ground, and then picked up the dead black man, waved his hand and left.

"Gross!"

After Ferrati left, Shi Zhong finally couldn't hold back the nausea in his stomach and vomited it out, until even the gastric juice was clean, he felt better, but what made Shi Zhong strange was that he didn't have a sense of fear of killing people in his heart, perhaps, this was related to the fact that he had already used the dragon turtle to kill many people!

At the expense of his aura, Shi Zhong summoned a stream of water, flushing his vomit and blood into the sewers and leaving quickly.

Back at the hotel, Shi Zhong intuitively felt very tired, and seemed to be excited tonight, and soon fell asleep.

In a café, Da Zi Tian, dressed in a white sweatshirt, walked in, and if you look carefully, you will find that Da Zi Zaitian's right hand has been trembling, as if he has been hit hard.

Sampras was worried, an hour had passed since the appointed time, why hadn't the Lord God come yet? He's never missed it, could it be... Thinking of this, Sampras shook his head, as a servant of the "Kingdom of Gods", of course he knew the strength of the Great Freedom Heaven, one of the three main gods, and there were no more than ten in the world who could kill him by force.

"What's the matter with me? If nothing special, I don't mind popping your head! ”

I don't know when, Da Zi Zai Tian sat opposite Sampras, startled him, because he found that Da Zi Zaitian's eyes were jumping with violent flames, Sampras knew that Da Zi Zaitian must have encountered a strong enemy, and he was surprised in his heart, who could make the main god of the hall so unscrupulous exude his violent momentum, you must know that although Da Zi Zaitian is known as the God of Destruction, it is only reflected when he fights.

Sampras swallowed his saliva, he knew that Da Zi Zai Tian didn't talk nonsense, if he was not satisfied with what he said, he might die on the spot, sorted out his thoughts, and said: "My Lord God, today I met the man you said last time, the man who was amazing and beautiful, he..."

As a result, Sampras exaggerated the incident in Shizhong today's Chinese area tenfold, and there were several details of the fight Sampras said very clearly, but this detail was plagiarized by Sampras in the Soviet gunfight film.

"The fighting skills of the Bettzner special forces? Isn't he Chinese? Da Zi Zai Tian muttered, and the violence in his eyes gradually subsided, after all, Da Zi Zai Tian is a person with a god surname.

(To be continued)