Lang Zhan began to destroy every surveillance camera and advertising screen he could see "like a madman (a cloud of passengers on the ship)", during which the ship's staff and security personnel came out to stop it, but after more than a dozen people were thrown on the deck by him and broke their hands and feet, the others saw him as if they had seen a ghost, let alone stepped forward to stop his unreasonable behavior, and they didn't even dare to approach him.

"If this doesn't work, we won't be able to account for the shipowner, who will hand over a brand new ship to us, and we can't let people destroy it with impunity! It's not just a matter of work ethic, it's about our pride in being men — " Around the corner, dozens of crew members and security personnel gathered to listen to the foaming words of a young crew member of medium stature. "Work ethic", "man's pride" - it has to be said that these words are quite emotional, and at least half of the dozens of crew members and security personnel should respond: yes; We've got to do something...... There is even a big fat security officer who is more than 1.9 meters tall and weighs 200 pounds and shouts: He is only one person, we rush up and crush him to death!

In the shouts of the big fat security personnel, Lang Zhan appeared from the corner. There was an advertising screen and a surveillance camera around the corner, Lang Zhan ignored this group of people, stretched out his right fist, and waved it out lightly, smashing the advertising screen into sparks and turning it into a waste product. The surveillance camera was a bit high, and as soon as he raised his left hand, the muzzle of the rifle he was holding in his hand was raised, and he suddenly slammed it twice, smashing the surveillance camera while startling the partygoers to jump in unison.

Lang Zhan glanced at these people coldly, and his gaze flickered over the young crew member who still had white foam on the corner of his mouth, paused for a moment, and then continued to walk forward.

Lang Zhan actually walked very lightly, however, because everyone else at the scene was in a state of holding their breath, his very light footsteps still seemed very harsh when they fell on the ears of others. "Hey, you wait a minute," someone suddenly yelled behind Lang Zhan.

Lang Zhan didn't turn around, and asked lightly, "Is there something?" ”

"You smashed a lot of our advertising screens and cameras, you have to compensate, otherwise-"

Lang Zhan waited for a few seconds and asked, "Otherwise, what?" ”

"Otherwise, just wait to be thrown into the sea to feed the fish, and tell you that our Sunflower is not so easy to bully-" Someone answered, Lang Zhan turned to look, met the eyes of the big fat security guard, sneered, and then turned his head and continued to walk forward.

The big fat security guard felt that he was being scorned, and roared, "Bastard! Go to hell! Waving two palms as big as a fan, he grabbed Lang Zhan.

The big fat man made a move, and the young crew roared: "Guys, let's go together!" ”

The big fat man's hands were still about ten centimeters away from Lang Zhan, Lang Zhan moved, he stepped back with his left foot, and his left elbow shot out backwards. So, the big fat man first let out a grinning sound of pain when his left foot was trampled, and then he sat backwards like an elephant holding his belly.

Of course, these crews could not have been gathered together for no reason, who summoned them? What does the convener want to do? After Lang Zhan sensed them with his blood-colored vision, these questions flashed through his mind. However, until now, he has no intention of actively seeking answers. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he doesn't feel the need. There really is no need for this, because for him, how many people and how many enemies there are on this ship, it is not really the matter. For him, what is worth caring about is that as long as there is a compatriot on the ship who needs his protection, then, even if he needs to be the enemy of the whole ship, he will stand up without hesitation.

The big fat man sat back and knocked over a piece at once. A group of people collided together, I don't know how many people hit their heads or were crushed in the legs, and the screams suddenly became chaotic, and in the midst of this screaming one after another, there was a dull sound of gunshots.

Before the gunshot, Lang Zhan just turned his back to everyone, and as soon as the gunshot, he immediately turned around. Time is measured in milliseconds, and Lang Zhan, who turned around, first twisted his body to the left, and then flipped his left wrist. At the sound of "aggressiveness", the sound of bullets penetrating and colliding immediately sounded on the partition behind him, as well as on the muzzle of the rifle he held in his left hand.

"He's been shot, he's been shot—" the young crew shouted as more foam began to spray out of his mouth as he shrank back to the back of the crowd.

When Lang Zhan had just observed these people in the blood-colored world, he hadn't noticed how many guns they had on them, but now, with the hoarse shouts of the young crew, the gunfire had obviously become denser. The distance is too close, and besides, there are always guys who are not afraid of death rushing towards Lang Zhan and sending him up for him to beat. So, three minutes after the battle began, Lang Zhan was still hit by a bullet. A bullet bit the heel of his right foot, causing him to go limp, sending his body staggering to the right. In front of him and to the left and right, there were four guys with cold weapons staring at him, and one of them saw this, and in the roar of the young crew's "he was shot in the right foot", he brandished the Taiping axe and smashed it into Lang Zhan's right waist. Lang Zhan's right foot was injured, and the lower side of the right side was unstable, this person used a Taiping axe to cut Lang Zhan's right waist, which was indeed a smart choice. The Taiping Axe struck first, followed by the hammers, wrenches and fire extinguishing canisters in the hands of the other three people.

Four cold weapons attacked Lang Zhan, Lang Zhan took advantage of the situation to move his right foot to the right rear half a step, and swung his right hand out, sacrificing the sword of Damocles. The sword of Damocles and the Taiping Axe intersected, and the Taiping Axe, which was one and a half meters long, should have been heavier and stronger, however, after the crisp impact sounded, it was the Taiping Axe that flew into the air. The crew with the Taiping Axe was shocked with blood on both hands, but he hesitated at all, and his upper body tilted towards Lang Zhan's waist. Lang Zhan was blocking the hammer with the sword of Damocles at this time, and it seemed that he didn't have time to avoid it, so he hugged him.

The collision between the four ship cold weapons and the sword of Damocles of course ended with the sword of Damocles winning, but Lang Zhan seemed to be entangled by these four cold weapons, and as a result, he was not only kept by the guy with the Taiping axe, but also held by another guy with a hammer on his left foot. And those with wrenches and fire extinguishing canisters? They weren't so lucky, the one with the wrench was shot in the head by Lang Zhan, and the Tianling cover was removed; After Lang Zhan broke the fire extinguishing canister with the fire extinguishing canister, the fire extinguishing canister turned into a "jet rocket", which directly hit his head and knocked him unconscious.

The young crew was like a coward when the others were fighting, and they kept cowering on the edge. And it wasn't until Lang Zhan's waist and left foot were hugged that he took out a pistol from his body tremblingly and began to aim at Lang Zhan.

The young crew's courage was so small that even when he aimed at Lang Zhan, his hands were shaking. Although his hands were shaking all the time, the speed was not slow, so Lang Zhan used the sword of Damocles to stab the left arm of the guy holding the Taiping Axe, and the gunshot rang out.

The gunfire rang out in great succession, as the young crew ran out of bullets at once. Before the sound of the gunfire disappeared into the air, the young crew seemed to have changed into a different person, without a trace of timidity and cowardice, and became as sharp as a sharp blade that had just been baked. The young crew abandoned their guns and stepped on their feet to pounce on Lang Zhan, and when they were still one meter away from Lang Zhan, there was a hint of coldness in their clenched hands.

How many bullets were there in the pistol of the young crew? Nine. This is not the point, the point is that these nine bullets were punched out by the young crew in three frets, and in an instant, all Lang Zhan's retreats were sealed.

Of the nine bullets, Lang was hit by three. One on the left shoulder, one on the right shoulder, and one on the brain, which is the forehead.

Lang Zhan's waist and left foot were still being held, so in the face of the tricky bullets from the young crew, he tried his best to only let go of six. The gunfire stopped, and Lang Zhan stood there quietly, blood flowing from the wounds on his left and right shoulders; On his forehead, a warhead stood tremblingly, and it was actually set there like a diamond.

Lang Zhan, who was shot three times, his eyes were a little scattered, the blood in his eyes seemed to be lightened, and he seemed to have forgotten that his waist and left foot were still being held, standing there, his body shaking slightly-the young crew saw it in his eyes, his eyebrows flew up, and his feet looked more powerful when he stepped on the ground.

The young crew pounced on Lang Zhan, with both palms forward, left palm in front, grabbing Lang Zhan's right shoulder and right palm behind, aiming at Lang Zhan's throat.

The young crew obviously knew Lang Zhan quite well, so they were very jealous of the sword of Damocles that Lang Zhan was holding in his right hand. He seemed to be right, and seeing that his left palm was about to touch Lang Zhan's right shoulder, Lang Zhan lifted the sword of Damocles; He seemed to have missed something, Lang Zhan only mentioned the sword of Damocles, and he immediately grabbed it with his left hand - as a result, I saw a flash of white light, followed by a red light flash, followed by an earth-shattering scream, in the scream, the young crew was like an acrobat who specializes in practicing somersaults, and made more than a dozen backflips of "Oooo

The young crew crouched on the ground, holding his left hand, which was only half a palm, and asked, "How did you notice?" ”

Lang Zhan was picking the warhead on his head with his hand, and he answered, "What do you mean." ”

"You know what it is?"

"Then you tell me your name first."

"Pinkov!"

"Pinkov? The Pinkov whose father is from Renguo and whose mother is from Lei Guo? ”

"Answer my question."

"You do pretend to be similar, but unfortunately you shouldn't use them on them*. You know? I'm a person who is particularly sensitive to *. ”

The young crew member was disguised by Pinkov, who had looked like an old man before, and when he heard this, he wiped the white foam from the corners of his mouth on his clothes and said, "Well, I admit it!" Then he turned and ran. Predator