This appearance made Han Feng suddenly angry.

He is a villain who makes thousands of felons in prison dare not look at him directly, not to mention that he is now covered in blood like a demon, who must not be scared and tremble like a little quail? As a result, this kid dared to put on a score, and he was so angry that he laughed back at it, so it was okay, lest he be too weak to kill it.

However, he didn't step in first, just looked left and right with a pair of eyes, looking around first, beware of any unexpected means for this kid. After all, if something goes wrong, he is a demon, and this kind of traitorous and evil person is not low in vigilance, otherwise he would not be able to live until now in a dark environment.

In the end, it was found that this was such an ordinary cell, no one was ambushed, no one saw the weapon in the kid's hand, just a prison chair made of alloy, there was no hard weapon to hide, and there was a camera in the corner of the head next to the prisoner, and at this time, the warden and the people above him were monitoring whether the thugs were acting according to their established plan.

Han Feng knew that the person in front of him was the target of their "knives" to get rid of.

"How long the can you pretend to be calm?"

"Originally, I thought that Zhou Dunhou could have any other means, but he really disappointed me." Tang Lang muttered.

He is here, waiting for the mercenaries who have infiltrated Daliang Star, and he knows that this Zhou Dunhou has come up with such a direct and low-level move. Obviously, this politician who has betrayed the federation does not want Tang Lang, a major general of the federation, to live, in case he chooses to surrender, the value of a major general is even higher than that of him, the deputy speaker of the people's assembly.

"It's really disappointing, I haven't caught any fish yet!" Tang Lang's voice was still sounding in a low voice.

"What the hell are you talking about!" Han Feng was already burning to the extreme in anger. Although he didn't understand what the young man in front of him said, he could clearly feel the contempt of the other party, "Lao Tzu chop off your lower body to see if you still can't put on a score!" Between the words, the machete in his right hand suddenly picked up and slashed down, and a cold light slashed towards Tang Lang's waist in mid-air.

Syllable! Han Feng only found that there was a huge tremor from the right hand that split the machete, and then there was a flower in front of him, and the machete in his right hand had fallen into the hand of Tang Lang who was standing in front of him for some time.

"Oh, ah!" While Han Feng was chilling, he hysterically stabbed forward with the knife in his left hand.

But it was a little late.

Poof! It's like a melon and fruit cracking! Tang Lang's hand picked up and put the machete in his hand deep in the center of the felon's head.

It's tightly fitted, as if it's just grown.

The other machete that stabbed out was picked up by Tang Lang, who killed with a knife, without the slightest pyrotechnics.

It was only at this time that Han Feng's stout body fell backwards. The crowd in the rear was collectively stagnant.

Then, Tang Lang glanced at the camera, and the voice sounded: "Fatty, kill out." ”

In front of the video, Zhou Dunhou's gentle smile had stiffened on his face, and the green smoke from the lips of the warden, who was leisurely watching a martial arts movie directed by himself, seemed to solidify, and they looked at the young man who almost effortlessly killed the violent murderer, and then glanced in the direction of the camera with extreme contempt.

Although they knew that the young man could not see them behind the screen, from the depths of their souls, there was still an uncontrollable trembling, which was from the instinct of the creature, as if at that moment, they were facing the creature at the top of the food chain.

At this moment, they suddenly remembered that it was a Medal of Victory winner, a major general of the Federation, who had no ability, and no matter how hard the background was, he would not be able to grow up to this point today.

Then, they saw that the fat man in the other cell directly copied the alloy prison chair at hand, and his eyes couldn't help but burst out again.

The special prison chair that was specially designed to lock the prisoners, the material was hard and heavy, weighing 200 kilograms, and it was smashed by someone with both hands like this. The felons who once seemed to be fierce and vicious with machetes wielded machetes in vain, just like a little chicken boy met Godzilla, and the knife was shocked for the first time, "Click! "The continuous sound of sore bones breaking is like the horn of death.

Relatively speaking, Tang Lang's killing methods are not so brutal, and they are much more elegant.

Holding a knife in one hand, using Han Feng's fallen body as a cover, he crashed out of the door, where he passed, the knife flashed, and the people around him fell over, and some people attacked and intercepted with knives at this time, but they were all twisted strangely by Tang Lang's waist in mid-air, avoiding these threats, but anyone who dared to hand over the knife would be slashed or poked on the body by the ensuing knife light, and no one was spared.

The fat man was holding an alloy chair and smashing more than a dozen people in a row, and the prisoners who had already killed the red eyes were a little sobered up by the death of their companions, and they retreated one after another, even if they were poked in the back seat by their companions' knives, they had to withdraw from the area where the two fierce gods were located.

Facts have proved that they are right, in just a few dozen seconds, more than twenty corpses were left in the corridor and the cells on the side, and at least thirteen people fell around Tang Lang, who seemed to be less brutal than the fat man, who was carrying a knife, and killed several more than the fat man.

Seeing that the knife-wielding prisoners on the left and right sides of the corridor had retreated to fifteen meters away, but they were full of blockages, Tang Lang frowned slightly, and a deep voice sounded: "Fatty, break the net!" ”

The fat man bared his teeth and smiled, "This, I'm good at it!" ”

Picking up the 200-kilogram heavy alloy chair in his hand and smashing it against the sealed alloy railing on the side of the corridor, the terrible impact of the metal made the prisoners pale and retreat again, although they didn't know what these two fierce gods were going to do, but they knew that if people didn't want to smash the railing and wanted to smash them, their small bodies were definitely not as hard as the alloy railing.

Seeing that the alloy railing was deformed little by little, and finally the fat man burst out with a huge force and finally collapsed, and then saw the two of them turn around without hesitation and jump down from the second floor.

"Maniac!" This was the common thought of all the outlaws present.

The second floor of the prison is not the second floor of ordinary residents, it is a floor with a height of nearly eight meters, and jumping from this height, it is impossible for a person's feet to withstand the impact of landing, and his legs will be broken directly, even if you are a person who has been trained to have strong tendons.

But the two of them just jumped. When the prisoners shouted and hugged to the side of the building, they happened to see the "meat ball" that could be called a violent maniac fall to the ground and roll forward, really turning into a meat ball and turning continuously, and then getting up five or six meters away, relying on the moment of landing to exert a lateral forward force to resolve the gravity of the fall.

And the little white-faced young man who killed people more terrifyingly was even more awesome, he actually landed on the alloy railing that had been hammered off, and with the help of the alloy elastic force, he took a small step forward even if he easily unloaded the huge force, just like the martial arts master in the ancient legend, and the alloy railing was trampled on after he left.

The thugs who had been in the rain of bullets all gasped, they knew that it was not luck, but a sign that their ability to control their bodies had reached its peak, and that these two were incomparably superior fighters wherever they were.

No wonder the warden and the people behind him want to use hundreds of them as knives, and against such a guy, maybe hundreds of people are not enough! The only thing to be thankful for is that the God of Killing is finally leaving.

At least, they don't have to deal with it.

The prisoners had seen the heavily armed prison guards running out of the passageway, all armed with energy guns in their hands, surrounding the two men from all sides.

"The suspects escaped from prison, and on the orders of the chief, killed them!" The warden gritted his teeth and ordered in the headset.

He could have used the trick of prisoner chaos to seamlessly kill the two people who were asked to be killed, and in the future, even if the Federation investigated, there was nothing he could do, and it was a negligence to break the sky. As a result, the opponent escaped from a kind of prisoner, and he had no way to retreat, so he was forced to use the prison guards.

Perhaps this warden, who has become accustomed to pretending to be public and private, doesn't know that he, including his boss and even the entire Great Liang Xing, has been sold by the big man from the Great Liang Star, and everything everyone here does is to sell his life to a spy from the Great Eagle Empire.

It's just that they don't do this kind of thing once or twice, they have long been accustomed to it. As the saying goes: when an avalanche comes, no snowflake is innocent.

Tang Lang raised his head suddenly, and his gaze sparked at the warden who was sitting on the mountain watching the tiger fight at least ten meters above his head.

Then he leaned back slightly, and the long knife in his hand thrust forward.

The warden grabbed the collar of his subordinates who were still babbling and scolding downwards, and then this henchman, who had been helping him design the murderous and dirty things, was dragged in front of him in surprise and became a substitute for the dead.

The long knife shattered the tempered glass, "Bang! The hole pierced the human body, and it was only a little bit like stabbing the warden with a sugar gourd.

Terrible! The young man down here is simply a killing machine. Even if you strip him of his weapons, strip him naked, and hold him in the darkest of dark cells, it still seems that he still can't hold him in danger, and he chooses to eat his fangs at any time. Such a person, as long as he is targeted, seems to be afraid that no matter where you are, no matter how safe you are, every moment, there is a possibility of death!

"Kill him!" The warden roared in a heart-rending rage.

The assault rifles were raised one after another to aim at Tang Lang and the fat man, and they seemed to be in the center of the field as if they could only be restrained, and it seemed that they could only accept their fate, no matter how strong their bodies were, in front of the guns that were spitting metal live bullets or energy beams, they could only be shattered.

It's like more than a hundred prisoners stood like good babies in front of the warden before.

Tang Lang raised his head and looked up, muttering to himself, "It's time to arrive!" ”