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Cheng Kong knew that he had met a strong hand, or was he the helmsman who never appeared on the sixth layer?

Thinking of this, Cheng Kong's muscles shook all over his body, and the brand-name suit was torn apart under the violent vibration of the muscles, turning into butterfly cloth scattered in the sky.

Falling to the ground, Cheng Kong looked intently in the direction where the iron ball was coming, and a burly square-faced man was undressing and walking towards this side.

To say that just from the appearance, this burly square-faced man is enough to play the positive male protagonist of a spy war movie, and the smile on his face makes people feel warm, an absolute underground party role.

But Cheng Kong is not careless, real life is not a movie, and looks don't mean anything, especially men!

Seeing Cheng Kong's eyes staring at him, the square-faced man smiled, tore the vest on his body and threw it on the ground, and applauded: "Yes, little brother, your strength is good, you can take them down in such a short time, but it makes my brother and I a little happy." ”

Well, this square-faced man looked at the security guards on the ground with indifferent eyes, as if he saw a pile of garbage, but when his eyes fell on Cheng Kong, it looked more normal, but the excitement and joy contained in his eyes made Cheng Kong feel a little numb.

Even when he walked towards Cheng Kong, a man on the ground who looked like a steward blocked his steps. He kicked it lightly, slamming into the wall with a muffled thud.

It can be clearly seen that there is a pool of bright red blood left on the wall. The man fell to the ground, but his head was twisted, and he could not live.

Such people can no longer be described as scum.

Any heinous underworld boss, well, I should say any guy who is a gangster, saw his men lying on the ground, all seriously injured. Or death, whether it is hypocrisy or blood, it has to be a fake roar. Justice for your brothers, right?

If not, which brother will be willing to follow him in the future?

But this person is definitely not like that, how to say it?

Cheng Kong felt that he really didn't care about these people on the ground, and he was so indifferent that he didn't even have a little fluctuation in his emotions. And there is no feeling of being slapped in the face at all.

Well. To put it simply, it is as indifferent as a person seeing a few ants being trampled to death, in the fifth layer of this underground black boxing arena, except for Cheng Kong, who is regarded by him as a person, the rest, whether it is a man or a woman, are ants.

Indifferent, indifferent to the extreme, all that can't arouse his desire to fight are ants.

Such people. Well, to put it nicely. It's a martial idiot, and if it's not good, it's a martial madman.

And he is also a martial madman who has evolved in the hero world.

Such people are often more dangerous than those of the underworld.

When the underworld elements have no interests, most of them are unwilling to mess around, and the martial mads? Especially the evolved martial madmen, who knows what is going on in their heads? They are just walking miniature nuclear bombs, and no one knows that they will explode appropriately.

"You're the helmsman here? Can you tell me your name? ”

Cheng Kong looked at the square-faced man who was already standing twenty meters away from him, and the corners of his mouth were grinning, what was all this for himself?

Whether it's a martial madman or a heinous underworld leader, just kill it, in short, contribute to everyone's peaceful life.

The hot blood in Cheng Kong's chest began to burn, and a desire to fight suddenly sprouted.

"Me? I'll tell you if I'm going to take a trick first! The square-faced man smiled, bent down, and with a force of both hands, he lifted up a steel plate under the ring, and then lifted the steel plate that was three centimeters thick and had an area of more than 20 square meters, and then threw it towards Cheng Kong.

Call! Thousands of kilograms of steel plates flew towards Cheng Kong with a huge whistling sound, and the huge wind pressure sound could almost shock people to death.

Cheng Kong was a little cautious, and didn't go to the steel plate, who knows if the steel plate will be attached to the square-faced man with any special abilities?

The steel plate hit the ground, and suddenly rolled up a sharp whirlwind, almost rolling several corpses around the ceiling, but more security guards were directly crushed into meat pies by the steel plate, and blood continued to flow out from under the steel plate.

It's like a small grinding sesame oil squeezed out by a press.

Of course, Cheng Kong didn't just care about dodging and not fighting back, when Cheng Kong dodged, the muzzle of the Type 79 rifle was firmly aimed at the square-faced man, and he kept spitting out a long tongue of fire.

The operation of any long-range weapon is the same, for Cheng Kong's archery, well, with Cheng Kong's current level of archery, what Olympics to participate in and win the gold medal can only be described repeatedly in two words.

Secure, proper, proper.

The rifle is like a big bow in Cheng Kong's hand, and it is even much better than a big bow, you only need to pull the trigger and then aim the muzzle at the enemy.

The bullets that erupted shot out a ball of blood on the square-faced man's body, and after a shuttle, the square-faced man started from his abdomen, and a straight line formed by bullet holes spread to his forehead, a straight line.

It can be seen from this to what extent Cheng Kong's marksmanship has reached, this is still a bullet shot in dodge.

However, Cheng Kong did not show a victorious expression, because the man with the square face did not seem to have received any bullet damage at all, and continued to pick up a steel plate and threw it over.

Even a row of blood lines flowed out of the bullet hole, but it couldn't make the square-faced man show half a painful expression.

After throwing the third steel plate to no avail, the square-faced man gave up throwing the steel plate, no matter what angle he looked, if he wanted to hit Cheng Kong, who was extremely nimble with the steel plate, he could only force him into a narrow space of only twenty square meters.

"Yes, it's really powerful, my name is Iron Fury! Remember my name! Brat! ”

The next moment, the square-faced man, well, the helmsman known as Iron Fury, slapped his hands violently on his body, and with a thud, a row of bullets suddenly erupted from the row of bullet holes, making a sharp whistling sound, shooting to the ground, splashing a field of sparks.

"Whew, it's much more comfortable, you kid is qualified for me to smash a meatloaf with a stick!"

Tie Fu's right hand wiped the row of bullet holes on his body, which made Cheng Kong a little surprised, the row of bullet holes that began to spurt blood actually shrank under the other party's wipe, and the finger-sized bullet holes actually shrank to the size of a needle's eye, which means that after that, the damage of those bullet holes to it also dropped to almost zero. (To be continued......)