The huge force suddenly made me unable to breathe, I lowered my head hard, clamped his hand with my chin, I could remove a little bit of strength, and at the same time my left hand punched him under the ribs one after another, I even heard the sound of bones breaking, but the guy seemed to not feel it, and pinched my neck, preferring to die rather than let go.

My face was flushed, and the strength in my body slowly weakened as I couldn't breathe, so I had to be strangled to death by him, I underestimated the strength of this guy, and I couldn't break free with all my strength.

In a panic, I fumbled around, and finally came across the saber inserted in my waist, and suddenly my eyes lit up, and I pulled out the saber with my left hand, and stabbed him hard in the ribs.

I suddenly remembered that this guy was wearing body armor and couldn't even shoot bullets, let alone a saber, but I couldn't give up easily, I was a famous assassin, and if I was strangled to death by this guy, it would be so tragic.

Since the upper body can't be stabbed, then stab him in the lower body, I held the saber in my backhand to his thigh, and stabbed it hard, with a soft pop, half of the blade was not in the leg, and the blood sneered out along the blood trough.

But that guy forcibly endured the severe pain, his facial features were distorted, he gritted his teeth and didn't let go, I was almost suffocated, and I don't know where the strength came from, I picked up the saber and stabbed him in the leg with life, and even stabbed him more than a dozen times, his thigh was pierced, and the flesh and blood were blurred, but the guy refused to let go at all, but roared angrily and used up all his strength.

I felt that my neck was about to break, and I didn't even have the strength to hold the saber, and as soon as my fingers were loosened, the saber fell to the ground, and I had seen a lot of mercenaries as fierce as wild beasts, and this time I met a complete madman, ten times more fierce than wild beasts.

Is it just like that, I'm not reconciled, this is not the way I want to die, I'd rather be shot in the head and strangled to death, it's too damn a, I thought of this, I was also ruthless, and with the last bit of strength, I reached out to grab him in the face.

The enemy has completely fallen into a state of madness, and he only wants to strangle me, but he doesn't dodge or dodge, I can't see his face clearly, but I just stab it directly into the eye in a blur, and insert two fingers into his eye sockets.

Ah......, with a scream, the guy suddenly raised his head, I took the opportunity to thrust my fingers into it, and then hooked its eye sockets, and suddenly pulled it down, tearing off half of its face alive, and the flesh and blood with Bai Sensen's bones, it looked extremely terrifying.

The great pain almost made him faint, the hand holding my neck unconsciously loosened, I quickly took a breath, the feeling of suffocation was relieved a lot, I quickly withdrew my hand and grabbed the saber again, and stabbed him in the neck.

Both of his eyeballs were smashed by me, I couldn't see anything, this knife was ruthless and accurate, directly pierced into the carotid artery, when I pulled out the knife, the blood rushed out more than a meter away, I could feel his strength disappear quickly like a tide, the whole person was like a deflated ball, instantly wilted.

His right hand, which had been held by him, shook slightly, and then easily broke free, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him out of me with a roar.

I rolled over, one hand around my neck, squatted on the ground and coughed violently, if I looked in the mirror, my face must have turned purple, I leaned against the wall and coughed until my saliva was full of bloodshots, and it took me a long time to recover.

I swallowed and looked up at the guy, who was still out of breath, lying on the floor with blood all over his face and his chest heaving violently.

Seeing his virtue, a wave of anger swelled up in my heart, and he was the first to make me so embarrassed.

I slowly walked up to him, crouched down, clenched my fist with my right hand, and put it on my chest to look at it, and suddenly my eyes were cold, and I smashed it hard against the bloody face.

"Die, die, die......" I let out a low roar like a madman, and when I said a punch, the sound of bones shattering clearly came into my ears, my brains burst, red and white splashed out, and my clothes, face, and head were full of broken flesh, blood, bone slag, and brains.

And I didn't realize it, I also lost my mind, and smashed the enemy's head to pieces like garlic.

It wasn't until someone kicked me away that I came to my senses, leaning against the wall, I kept taking deep breaths, and after a while my eyes gradually regained clarity, two figures stood in front of me, I blinked, and the faces of the two gradually became clear, it was the striker and the devil.

"Look at the way you look now, I should really lend you my nickname." The devil glanced at the smashed-head corpse next to him and shook his head slightly.

"Are you alright?" The striker asked two steps away from me, frowning.

"It's fine!" I replied vaguely, feeling slimy on my face, and my hand was full of blood, mixed with white brains.

"How?" The devil took the kettle and made me flush my face, this kind of appearance is really impossible to see people, it will scare people to death, it is even more terrible than ghosts.

"Ran into a madman and almost killed me!" I glanced at the corpse and said with a palpitation.

"I really don't know who the real crazy person is!" The strikers breathed a sigh of relief when they saw me recover, but in their eyes, it seemed like I was crazier than the enemy.

"If you had come earlier, you wouldn't have seen this picture!" It's kind of scary to think about the way that guy pinched my neck.

"You guy is really getting more and more cruel, killing people won't be like this, even veterinarians are kinder than you." The devil chirped and shook his head.

"Damn, you're embarrassed to talk about me!" I rolled my eyes and stood up against the wall, which I only do when I'm mad, and the devil takes pleasure in cruelty, a completely different concept.

He stood up and wiped his fists, picked up the smashed pistol, glanced at the striker, and asked, "How is the situation over there?" ”

"There is no suspense, twenty-nine enemies, four were left alive, and the rest were killed." The striker said lightly.

"No, it's thirty." The devil pointed to the corpse on the ground that made people want to vomit when they looked at it.

"Are there any casualties?" I'm still more concerned about the situation of my brothers, and the annihilation of the enemy was expected.

"Fortunately, the young master and the grizzly bear hung up the lottery, and they couldn't die of minor injuries!" Looking at the relaxed look of the striker, you know that the brothers are not injured.

"That's right, it seems like you're the most seriously injured right now!" The devil looked me up and down, as if looking for a wound, because I was covered in blood.

(End of chapter)