"You, very good, I'll give you a chance to cut yourself."

In the deep alley, the flat-headed strong man stared at the injured stone with cold eyes, and his Chinese was more blunt, like a foreigner, but in fact he was a foreigner.

He served in the 726th Special Operations Wing, the most mysterious unit of the Vietnam People's Army.

After retiring, in order to live a more nourishing life, he started this murderous business.

Before encountering the stone, he had never been so difficult and laborious to kill someone, even if the other party was heavily guarded by the military and police, it was impossible to escape his bullets.

The stone wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a cruel smile: "Fuck you, Lao Tzu will also pull you as a cushion when he dies, come on, see who dies first today." ”

The flat-headed strong man shook his head slightly, as if he regretted it, and like he despised the stone, and his two companions had silently bullied the stone who didn't know what to do.

Another grappling.

The wounded stone is a man, not a god.

Under the perfect attack of the three people, he was finally exhausted, he desperately was pierced through the shoulder by the military thorn, and injured one of the opponents, the sternum was shattered, and most of the people were crippled if they did not die, and they completed the blow as much as they could, and he was panting and leaning against the wall, pulling out the military thorn that pierced his shoulder little by little, and throwing it away.

The wound on his shoulder was bleeding like an infusion, and he wanted to stand up straight, but he was seriously injured and exhausted, his eyes were dazzled, and he fell to the ground softly, and he was already at the end of his crossbow.

Stone smiled wryly.

It's really uncomfortable to be narrowly cut

Is it heaven's retribution for falling into this situation?

The flat-headed man approached step by step with a military thorn in his hand, and the stone who thought he was going to die stubbornly sneered, arrogant and tragic, he was not afraid of death, the only regret was that he could not continue to accompany Yang Zi to go on.

"Yang Zi, brother go first, you live well, when everyone is afraid of you and respect you, you come down to me again, otherwise I won't recognize you as a brother in the next life." The stone babble, closed his eyes and waited for death.

Alley mouth.

Yang Chen strode wildly.

Hurriedly came, it was not the little brother Shi who reported the news, but received a warning text message from someone who said that the stone would be in danger, and he couldn't think that this was a trap or a conspiracy.

The flat-headed strong man wanted to pour the thorn into the top of the stone head melon, but it happened that Yang Chen came over, and with the bright moonlight, Yang Chen saw everything clearly.

The stone's fate hangs by a thread.

Yang Chen, who came wildly, threw out his mobile phone without thinking and hit the wrist of the flat-headed strong man.

Even in the face of a hunting target as powerful as a stone, the flat-headed man did not show the slightest solemnity and timidity, at this moment he retreated without a fight, retreated to the side of his seriously injured companion, and stared at Yang Chen who was killed halfway side by side with another companion.

Yang Chen glanced at the other party coldly, and then he was so bold that he squatted down and concentrated on the stone's injury, not afraid of the other party's sneak attack at all.

Every wound on the stone's body made Yang Chen's heart ache.

In particular, the wound caused by the three-sided military thorn, if ten or twenty years ago, if you bear such a penetrating injury, you will definitely die, even if the injury is not fatal, it will be difficult to heal due to the wound, resulting in infection and death, but fortunately, today's medical technology is enough to make the stone recover.

"Yang Zi, brother has embarrassed you."

"Don't be ashamed, one against three, you are not defeated, and one is seriously injured, what are you lost."

Shi knew that his good brother was comforting him, but he still couldn't help laughing, the smile was difficult, it was distressing, he only served Yang Chen in this life, except for Yang Chen, no matter who he lost, he was unwilling.

"You hold on for a while, and then it's up to me." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he straightened up and faced the two killers who were eyeing him, and he would kill anyone who wanted to kill his brother.

"You shouldn't have come." The flat-headed strong man said in a stiff tone, and before his words fell, seven or eight black shadows appeared from the dark courtyards on both sides of the alley.

It's roughly ten to one.

Sure enough, it was a trap of killing two birds with one stone.

Yang Chen looked around at these people, the corners of his mouth pulled into a sneer, and he didn't care, as if these were all lambs to the slaughter, a kind of enemy army surrounded me, and I was unmoved, and the strong demeanor was spontaneously born.

in the past few years.

Yang Chen has encountered such a situation more than once.

He's still alive, he's still alive, and the people who besieged him, the top agents of the CIA, or the tough killers of MI6, have all gone to hell.

Every time he came out of a desperate situation, he was a little stronger.

Therefore, for him, a desperate situation is never a dead place of lost hope, and to borrow the words of the old chief of the blade, this is the training ground for Satan to choose the devil.

A ten-to-one situation.

The flat-headed man who tends to be first-class in marksmanship and skill has not yet taken off the solemnity on his face, he was once a soldier, and he regarded killing as a special soldier as a profession, and he could clearly feel the aura that permeated Yang Chen's body, which was the momentum of a strong man who had experienced a hundred battles and had accumulated life and death.

"Let's do it."

Yang Chenfeng smiled lightly, the people surrounding him had a three-edged military thorn in their hands, except for the veterans of the Republic who fought in the Vietnam War, now only Vietnamese soldiers like to fiddle with this thing.

The flat-headed strong man squinted, and the moment the killing machine burst out, he let out a loud roar, and his companions swarmed up, besieging Yang Chen, like a group of hungry wolves pounced.

Under the dim moonlight.

The narrow alleyways are full of people, and it is difficult to tell who is who.

In the chaotic battle, Yang Chen ghostly snatched down a killer's three-edged military stab, and the killer who was robbed of the guy was stunned for a moment, there were two more blood holes in his chest, and he didn't see how he died, and he was stunned and fell backwards.

The triangular army thorn can only be stabbed, not chopped.

This is also the reason why it was eliminated, it is much more difficult to play this thing to the point of being superb, than to play with a knife, and the three-edged army stabbed into Yang Chen's hands, like a tiger with wings.

This is his favorite killing device.

When he grabbed another military thorn and stabbed it in his hand, it became more and more powerful, and the ghost roamed between the killers, one defended, one attacked, and was invincible.

A guy who stood in front of him and did not retreat, was poked out by him in the blink of an eye more than a dozen blood holes, and this person's high-raised military spurs did not have time to fall.

This speed, this sharp technique, made the sneak attackers behind them feel cold all over their bodies, almost suffocating, but unfortunately, the killer who couldn't contain his hands stubbornly completed the life-and-death blow.

The line between life and death.

Yang Chen turned around sharply without looking back, and his right fist came first, nailing directly to the temple of the sneak attacker, accurately, ruthlessly and steadily. 、

It was indeed a nail, not a hammer, because Yang Chen was still holding a three-edged military thorn in his hand, and the pure steel sashimi of the military thorn was all submerged into the killer's head and pierced out from the other temple.

This miserable man, like his previous companions, had no chance of falling with the military thorn in his hand.

The flat-headed man never moved, the narrow alleyway, the large number of people may not have an advantage, he didn't make a move, not because he was afraid, but because he was worried that the chaotic scene would affect his performance.

In fact, he also hoped that he could solve Yang Chen without having to do it himself.

The flickering figure became more and more sparse, and Yang Chen suddenly walked out of this sparse figure, like a devil coming out of hell, pressing towards the flat-headed man step by step.

The three killers who stood still the moment Yang Chen broke out of the encirclement shook a few times and fell, and the flat-headed man had already noticed that Yang Chen was extremely strong, but he still couldn't believe the situation in front of him and was dumbfounded.

"Good"

The stone cries faintly.

After six years, he was very pleased that the good brother had become so strong.