Titans.

The mad wolf who walked out of the monitoring room thought of the imprisoned monster, and felt a chill.

In a room on the tenth floor with windows closed by steel plates, there was a hanging person, nearly two meters tall, huge, wearing a light green khaki suit, leather boots, tightly wrapped in iron chains, his head drooping, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

Six or seven gun-wielding men entered the room, and in horror removed the chains from the man's body, and one of them took out a tube of potion and poured it into the giant man's neck.

"Hurry up, he will wake up in a minute, and the drugs that will be injected into his body will not only disable the sedative, but will also make him mad enough to kill all living creatures in sight."

The person who injected the drug into the giant man's body threw down the needle and quickly exited the room while alerting his companions, and the others also hurriedly evacuated, treating the still hanging giant man as a ghost.

As soon as these people left, the giant man's drooping head slowly lifted, and his whole face was covered by a mask, which was the same as the monster Jason in the Hollywood movie "Black Friday", but he was not the fictional Jason, he was called the Titan, a living monster.

Kaba!

The shackles that bound Titan's hands were broken by force, Mu Ne lowered his head, saw the iron chain on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and hung it around his neck, four or five meters long iron chain, he held one in each hand, and roared on his back, as if to vent the depression of many years of captivity, and like a precursor to madness.

Yang Chen, who walked slowly to the tenth floor, listened to the sudden roar, frowned, and looked for prestige, just to see the room with a roar more than ten meters away, the security door could not withstand a huge force inside, broke away from the door frame, and fell down with a bang, accompanied by heavy footsteps, an unusually burly figure stepped on the security door and walked out.

Yang Chen squinted his eyes and looked at the guy who suddenly appeared.

Unlike humans, like beasts on the verge of rage, dressed like Jason Fossis, if you replace the chain in your hand with a mountain sword, it will be more like.

The Titan looked around slowly, and finally turned his masked face towards Yang Chen, who was single-handed, turned around, and let out another roar, and then rushed towards Yang Chen, like a mad beast.

Yang Chen snorted coldly, not only did he not dodge or retreat, but almost recklessly faced the Titan, the Titan swung the iron chain, Yang Chen's body rushed forward, it looked like a reverse C, and the rusty iron chain almost swept against his cheek and slammed into the wall.

Maybe the wall tiles are aging, maybe the power of the Titans is huge, the walls are smashed into a deep trench by iron chains, the wall tiles fall off, and the dust flies.

Yang Chen, who lowered his waist to avoid the deadly attack, was like a spring that had been charged to the limit, bounced up violently, and swept out a leg with the momentum of the volley rotation of the male body.

Mu Ne's Titan, when the iron legs were about to die, seemed to be sluggish, but in fact, he was extremely fast and raised his hand to block.

The intimate contact between the two perverts, such as the sound of defeating Ge, made the voyeur creepy, Yang Chen fell to the ground, and Titan Wensi did not move, but the gloves on his hands were not washed for a long time, stirring up dust.

Interesting.

The corners of Yang Chen's mouth pulled a sneer.

No matter how many minions are slaughtered, they can't compare to the sense of accomplishment that comes from knocking down a master.

At the same time as Yang Chen's mind was spinning, the titan shook his hand, and the iron chain whined and hissed again, and ordinary people were absolutely broken and broken.

Yang Chen flipped over in the air and floated over the iron chain that swept over.

The Titans were ferocious, swinging their chains in the wind and rain, leaving shocking smashes on the walls and floors, and dust and bricks flying.

The momentum is terrifying.

Yang Chen dodged and avoided until the Titan swung the chain for the eighth time, and the slightly slowed down action gave Yang Chen a chance to take advantage of.

He didn't dodge or dodge the flesh and blood, reached out and grabbed the iron chain that he had drawn, grasped the iron chain firmly in his hand, and put his other hand on the iron chain that suddenly stopped, pulling hard.

The huge titan finally had a little unstable center of gravity, staggered forward, Yang Chen used the power of pulling to take off again, and his legs slammed into the masked head of the powerful opponent in a row.

Titan's right hand was bound by iron chains, and he could only raise his left arm to block, and the inertia of his huge body rushing forward collided with the huge power of Yang Chen's iron legs.

Unlike the human Titan, he seemed to feel the pain, and snorted twice, compared to speed and flexibility, he was not as large as Yang Chen after all.

Yang Chen succeeded in one blow, and after the momentum was exhausted, he toe to the ground, and stepped on the Titan twice, attacking with strength, holding the chain firmly grasped, crossing the Titan's huge body, and the chain that was pulled backwards just strangled the Titan's neck, and Yang Chen, who fell behind the Titan, pulled the chain violently.

The Titan, who had been kicked twice and had his body slightly leaning back, was pulled back violently by the chain around his neck, and he could no longer stand steadily, and fell on his back.

The huge body slammed into the ground, and the entire floor seemed to tremble.

The moment the Titan fell, Yang Chen turned around, expressionlessly took the iron chain in his hand and tightly wound the Titan's neck and the hand pulling the chain around his neck.

That's not all!

Yang Chen grabbed the knotted iron chain in his hand, dragged the Titan's huge body and ran wildly for more than ten meters, roared, shook his hand, like throwing a bowling ball, the Titan's body slid close to the ground, and smashed through the wall at the end of the corridor, it was a crash, not an impact, and most of his head was embedded in the wall.

Broken wall tiles fell with a clatter.

Yang Chen clapped his hands, looked at the Titan no more, and walked towards the stairs.

In the monitoring room on the eleventh floor, the bearded man and the crazy wolf watched as the Black Fist World Demon King-level master Titan was easily put down by Yang Chen ten years ago, and their expressions became sluggish.

Apparently the two men were deeply shocked.

Titan, whose real name is Arandi Pela.

More than a decade ago, he knocked Anthony Marcus to the top of the ring.

Anthony Marcus is one of the best fighters in the Siberian training camp, a demon king-level monster in the black boxing world, one hundred and sixty-eight fights in his life, one hundred and fourteen one-move bombardment opponents, and the only failure was caused by the Titans, and Anthony Marcus's glorious legend and life came to an end.

Although the Titans swept the underground boxing scene after Anthony Marcus, they did not end well, offended the Gambino family, were secretly imprisoned for eight years, and were almost tossed crazy.

But even so, the Titans were not so weak.

The bearded beard and the mad wolf looked at each other, and they both realized that it was not the Titan's weakness, but that Anna found this bodyguard out of nowhere who was too strong and perverted.

It's come to this, it's useless to be afraid.

The mad wolf gritted his teeth and said stubbornly, "I'll take my brothers to stop him." ”

The bearded man nodded and agreed, and now, the only people he can use are the crazy wolves.

Mad Wolf pulls out the Desert Eagle to check if the magazine is full of bullets, and when he inserts the magazine back and wants to call his men to assemble through the radio intercom, the door of the monitoring room is kicked open from the outside!

More than ten people in the room were shocked, and Yang Chen broke into the monitoring room, which was enough to show that all the handjobers lurking on the eleventh floor had been abolished.

More than a dozen people panicked and drew their guns.

The bearded man grabbed Anne who was curled up at his feet, blocked him, and pressed his pistol against Anne's temple, staring at the majestic figure who stopped at the door.

At this time, Yang Chen, who was wearing a black windbreaker, was not bare-handed, with two guns in his hands, like a tiger with wings, he pulled the trigger at the fastest speed in his life while walking into the house.

The men who drew their guns inside the surveillance screamed and wailed, and fell to the ground one after another.