The three thugs, the real target of the search team, walked to the back of the building with such a swagger, the open-air banquet behind the building had already dispersed half, and on the table with messy cups and plates were a group of drunken and hazy Vietnamese soldiers, the heroes of the capture of the Viet Cong in Saigon, and the executioners hated by ordinary people, who were talking loudly at this time!

Few people noticed their arrival, and one of the nearest guys shook his feet from the stool, knocked off the helmet on his head, shook his head, and said, "Huh..... You guys.... Who is it? ”

Xingtian flicked the butt of his cigarette into the drunken cat's face and said, "I am God!" ”

was burned by a cigarette butt, but the drunk still didn't get angry, because he was so drunk that he couldn't feel it at all, the drunk cat didn't get angry, but a guy at the same table as the drunk cat vigorously slapped the wine table and shouted: "Fart!" Dare to make trouble here.... Which troop are you from..... Why are you here so late!? ”

Xing Tian swept it, there should be more than forty people in this courtyard, and there were still a lot of people in the pergola over there who were gathering together to throw dice and throw poker. There were about seventy or eighty of these people together, and there were also guys in police uniforms among the gambling crowd.

After a cursory glance, Xing Tiancai sneered and said, "There are still a lot of people, let me tell you which unit I belong to!" ”

Saying that, Xingtian came to the soldier who slapped the table, and then approached the soldier at the same time, the three-edged thorn in his hand pierced the soldier's stomach like lightning, and then said in the ear of the soldier with wide eyes: "I lied to you, I am not God, I am the god of death!" ”

The three-edged thorn was withdrawn, and Chu Jian and Yan Luo also began to put down the drunk soldiers one by one, slaughtering chickens and dogs as easily, those drunks who were lying on their stomachs had no chance to resist at all, and the three-edged thorns could make people lose their ability to resist with one blow whether they stabbed in the chest or from the back.

I saw Chu Jian and Changshou walking between several tables with cold faces, and then the South Vietnamese soldiers who greeted them with a smile were all killed silently, generally Chu Jian used to stab people more, he first pierced the target's lungs, so that the target could not make a sound, and then stabbed the heart with a knife, the interval between the two attacks was only a short time, one twitch and one stab, and then grabbed the hair on the back of the head of the dead body and gently put the dead body on the table.

The blood exposed to the air began to increase as the two of them swam, and those who were drunk were unaware of it, and they were still foaming at the mouth of the glass and fighting wine, until Xing Tian slowly walked past the first table, and the passing table was a dead body.

Then came the second table, and at the beginning of the third table, someone in the pergola noticed that something was wrong, and shouted to Xingtian, who was holding his hands behind his back: "Hey, who are you!? ”

The sound of gambling suddenly stopped, and one of the remaining drunks screamed loudly when he saw the blood-red knife in Chu Jian's hand: "Ah, blood, it's blood!" He has blood all over his hands!! ”

This shout blew up the space behind the building, and the South Vietnamese soldiers and policemen who were gambling all stopped, but before they could make any moves, Chu Jian and Yan Luo, who couldn't wait, quickly cooked the remaining drunks, and then spread out their hands full of blood and sneered into the pergola.

The remaining thirty or so gamblers were obviously frightened by this scene, and the first person to speak was the mole man Fan Ming, Fan Ming's eyes were aimed in one direction, and then he said to Xingtian and the others: "Hmph, you are so bold, don't you know what kind of place this is?" ”

Xing Tian said indifferently: "You know, isn't this a police station?" ”

Fan Ming roared violently: "I know that you dare to kill people here, I don't think you want to live anymore!" ”

Xing Tian sneered: "What about the police station, you can try it!" ”

The mole on Fan Ming's face twitched, he just looked at the gun he put under the gambling table, these people are usually comfortable, they don't have the habit of carrying a gun with them, and they all set up the gun in the distance before drinking, now it's okay, Xingtian and the three of them just relied on a few knives to kill many of them, Fan Ming was afraid that Xingtian had any other means and didn't dare to do it for a while, and after being stimulated, he squatted down and touched the pistol on the ground with a scolding scold.

"Damn, you're looking for death!" Fan Ming grabbed the gun on the ground, and the moment he pulled the gun out of the holster, he saw that Xing Tian had already had an extra silver pistol in his hand, and the target of the muzzle was him Fan Ming!

Fan Mingben drank some wine, and now he rushed straight to his head, gritted his teeth and wanted to pull the trigger to kill Xingtian, who knew that Xingtian fired the gun in advance, the gun in Fan Ming's hand suddenly fell to the ground, and his palm also had a big hole.

Fan Ming's palm pierced by the bullet made people feel frightened when they looked at it, and the gamblers around him shouted with Fan Ming: "Ah~ spare your life, don't shoot!" ”

Although there were only three people, the aura suppressed everyone in the pergola, Xing Tian glanced at everyone in the pergola, and then those gamblers squatted on the ground in fright and begged for mercy loudly.

Fan Ming gritted his teeth and grabbed his wrist, and did not forget to scold Xingtian in his screams: "Damn, you bastard, my hand....!" Kill him, you shit! ”

Fan Ming's behavior was seen by Xingtian, and then said to Chu Jian: "Hurry up and deal with him, the gunfire has exposed us." ”

Chu Jian nodded, grabbed the three-edged thorn and walked towards Fan Ming, saying in Chinese English as he walked: "Women and babies should not be killed!" ”

Fan Ming's ruthless face was full of viciousness, he was already a psychopathic ghost, and when Chu Jian walked up, he shouted to the people around him: "Let's go up together, kill him!" ”

Fan Ming had been accumulating power for a long time, and he was afraid of him for three points, and seeing that Chu Jian had arrived in front of him, seven or eight people suddenly stood up and pounced on Chu Jian at the same time, and Fan Ming also let go of the crippled hand and went to pick up the pistol on the ground, Chu Jian was still reminding Xingtian at this time: "Leave him to me!" ”

Chu Jian was naturally afraid that Xing Tian would explode Fan Ming's head with one shot, so in a hurry, he could only shoot Fan Ming with the paratrooper knife that Gosha gave him, and then Fan Ming's good hand was also useless.

Seeing that Chu Jian was surrounded by a pile of people, Xing Tian could only use a pistol to suppress the rest of the people, and pulled the trigger again and again, and the few policemen who were about to move over there all burst their heads.

The horrific scene is that after a policeman's half-pulled skull was knocked off, the white brains in the cranial cavity could still be seen beating, and after the policeman fell to the ground, he saw a complete brain fall out of the cranial cavity, and then was trampled into a paste by another frightened person.

This scene immediately frightened the remaining two dozen guys, and they raised their hands and squatted down again.

When they squatted, Chu Jian's battle was almost underway, the crowd around Chu Jian kept falling, and each guy who fell down had a lot of blood holes inserted into his chest with three-edged thorns, and blood gushed outward.

(New deacon birth, sanidali, thanks for the support!) ）

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