Run, run, run. Nighthawk slammed open the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows they had beaten and slammed into the messy main room.

The ground was covered with blood and broken limbs from large-caliber machine guns, like a hell where all ghosts cried. But the Nighthawk couldn't check for even a second, and the poison king who was about to flee was his biggest knot. In the deepest part of his heart, there was a voice calling this: "Can't let him run, can't let him run." ”

Running towards the interior of the main house with a lunge, he could already see the outline of the staircase obscured by the white wall. Behind him, three figures quickly followed. The black bear Da Niu and Situ, who had always been inconspicuous, were more than twice as fast as others at the moment, and followed closely behind Nighthawk.

"Go upstairs! Be careful! The running Nighthawk approached the corner of the staircase and suddenly stopped. Raise your hand to signal the soldiers behind you not to be reckless. He slowly raised his gun and walked slowly upstairs, step by step.

There was a corner on the stairs leading to the second floor, and Nighthawk didn't dare to slack off. Having mastered indoor melee combat, he knew too well how many unknown dangers would exist in such an unknown situation. He didn't want to make a mistake and cause irreparable consequences.

Nighthawk stared intently at the corner of the staircase, and the black bear scurried past Nighthawk, who was leaning against the corner, and quickly took a look at the things around the corner.

There was nothing upstairs, the silence was scary, only the constant sound of rain beating on the window outside the window, how could there be anyone the monkey talking about.

"Monkey! Where are the people now? Nighthawk walked towards the second floor step by step with his gun in hand, and the black bear automatically retreated behind him, alternately covering his upward movement.

"I don't know! I hid behind a screen just now, and suddenly I disappeared. "The monkey is also inexplicable, obviously looking at people in the binoculars, and he originally wanted to help the captain. But after a few people upstairs turned to the screen, the world evaporated as if they disappeared out of thin air.

Such silence means that the complexity of things will be more violent than the storm outside the house, and if it breaks out, it will be crushed by thunder.

A few drops of sweat oozed from Nighthawk's sideburns, silently drip down her cheeks and onto the solid, cold staircase. The hand holding the gun clenched even tighter, and the unparalleled suffocation enveloped all the team, including Nighthawk.

One step, two steps, three steps. With almost every step, Nighthawk paused, trying to see what danger existed in the shadows of the second floor.

Only the last staircase remains, and all the scenes on the second floor are already in full view.

There was nothing, not even a ghost in the sight.

"Did the Poison King run away?" Nighthawk couldn't help but be stunned, looking blankly at the second floor in front of him, where there was almost no room to hide, and thought very reluctantly. It took so much effort and energy to consume almost all of Nighthawk's brain cells. In the end, it turned out to be this result.

Nighthawk couldn't help but feel a little disheartened, and that's the end of it? He was not reconciled.

Putting down the gun, he took the final step, eager to see where the Poison King had escaped.

Suddenly, it was like a flash of light in the dark night! A bright blood light suddenly swept up from Nighthawk's left arm without warning, and floated melodiously towards the stairs behind him with a strange arc, sprinkled with the black bear's face.

The soldier, who didn't know what was going on, saw the body of the Nighthawk standing at the front tremble violently, and then rolled out on the spot and disappeared. And where Nighthawk stood, there was already a burly figure.

A bolt of lightning struck, a pale as a ghost, and a long scar on his face slashed from the left side of his face to his face. Hideous and terrifying, he suddenly appeared with a knife, not like a normal human.

It was only then that the roar of the Nighthawk thundered into the ears of the team: "There is an ambush. ”

Scarface smiled, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and with his terrifying face, how ugly and ugly it was.

Scarface didn't speak, and the blade of the knife in his hand slashed at the nighthawk rolling on the side with the white and tragic light of lightning and the sound of rolling wind. At this time, Nighthawk's words had just been uttered.

Although it was a sneak attack, Scarface's behavior was very disgraceful. But he was as fast as lightning, but everyone was so shocked that they didn't even have a chance to open their mouths. Immediately, the contempt of everyone for him was dispelled, and some were only worried and afraid.

The black bear's face was stained blood-red with blood, and another bolt of lightning struck, with his gaping mouth and a face that was so surprised that it could not be attached. The whole face is also extremely hideous. There was only the sword light in his eyes that was about to become one with the lightning, and he chased after the nighthawk whose left hand was covered with blood.

"Captain, be careful!" The black bear erupted with a deafening cry that only he could make when he fought with the wild **, which was a combination of worry and concern that erupted from the depths of his body. The Nighthawk is a part of them, and without the Nighthawk's team, the black bear can't imagine what it would be like.

Ignoring a single gesture, the black bear raised his gun and aimed it at Scarface's back. Scold! No matter how fast and powerful the knife is, it's still not as powerful as my gun.

Before he could pull the trigger, a black shadow that was no match for Scarface's speed slammed into the black bear from the other side of the staircase out of Scarface. The distance between the two is too close, that is, two or three steps. The man in black gathered momentum, accumulating all the strength of his body, just hoping to hit with one blow.

There was a loud bang, and without surprise, on the narrow staircase, the black bear who didn't have time to shoot opened its mouth in surprise, and was pushed to the chest by the huge force of the black shadow. It rolled backwards irresistibly like a rolling gourd. Even with the big bull and Situ Hao behind him, they formed a rolling group of people.

The black bear grabbed the handrail next to the stairs with all his might, desperately stopping the unsightly rolling of his body now, and in the laughter of the black shadow, a fierce man stood up.

"Hehe, your opponent is me, don't disturb other people's errands. Don't do this child-eye-seeing thing. The Black Shadow Monster said arrogantly at the black bear, his eyes full of disdain.

At this time, the black bear saw that the black shadow was a lean man with a body like a telephone pole. The face is black and yellow, as if it has been malnourished for a long time, the eagle nose is deep and the cheekbones are prominent, and it does not look like a good thing from any point of view. The black bear suddenly thought of the mole face, and before he died, he said that the poison king had two more terrible bodyguards by his side. Corresponding to the two monsters that suddenly appeared in front of you, it should be.

"You're a Muay Thai kid?" The black bear figured this out, but he didn't panic anymore, and asked with a smile. Just now he thought it was some kind of peerless master, but now it seems that it is just a sneak attack by two bodyguards who are not long-sighted.

"You know a lot, huh! Knowing that it's your grandfather Hong Gang, do you dare to be so arrogant? The self-proclaimed Hong Gang Muay Thai master put his hands on his hips with his hands on his waist, and the look of his speech was completely teaching children. Although he was also very tall, it was not that tall compared to the black bear who was a few steps away from him.

The black bear laughed, and suddenly, the whole body quickly jumped upward, and a fist the size of a sandbag quickly grew larger in Hong Gang's eyes. A hard punch slammed into Hong Gang's face, which was unprepared. Hong Gang's whole person flew backwards, much stronger than the strength of his sneak attack from top to bottom just now.

His back slammed into the floor-to-ceiling window that was covered with curtains before he stopped. Because of the great strength, the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him were scattered to the ground by the glass of the huge shock, which was worthy of this, and it also blocked Hong Gang's rapid retreat.

Hong Gang violently spat out a mouthful of teeth that had been knocked out by the black bear, and there was a lot of blood mixed in his mouth. He wiped it hard with his sleeve and stared at the black bear in front of him who was still grinning. A sense of fear that I had never felt before. The opponent in front of him was a powerful man he had never imagined, even if it was bloody, it was nothing more than that.

"Phew!" A crisp and pleasant sound of swords colliding came. The soldiers nervously turned their heads to look at Hong Gang, who was firmly suppressed by the black bear.

A mysterious smile crossed the face of the half-crouched Nighthawk, who had already raised his knife to block Hong Li's fatal slash. After the initial distraction was stabbed, Nighthawk rolled on the ground seven or eight times in a row to dissolve the endless sword momentum of the flood force.

Hong Li's knife was too fast, as fast as lightning, faster than thunder. The Nighthawk didn't even have a chance to fight back with a barrage of swords and swords. Finally, after rolling several times in a row, Hong Li's round of knife momentum was exhausted, and he was ready to change his knife technique. This once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was firmly grasped by Nighthawk, and a knife caught up with the knife that Hong Li had re-slashed after a slight pause.

"Is that all?" Nighthawk said mockingly, with the force in his hand, and the whole person stood up from a half-squatting state.

Hong Li, who held the nighthawk dagger, was so frightened that his face was colorless. Such a sudden sneak attack by himself not only did not kill the life in front of him that seemed to be rolling on the tip of his knife. On the contrary, at the last moment, this guy who should never have turned over was counterattacked, and he actually stood up under the application of his own strong pressure.

You must know that there is a force in his name, which is not obtained lightly. He is a burly man and has great strength since he was a child. He also worshiped the mysterious man to study the knife technique. With his strength is extremely great, so the knife technique is as fast as lightning by him, and a single knife is in his hand, like thunder and lightning cutting through the air, and it is beautiful in an instant. Because of this, after being included in the Poison King's discipleship, he was also the third bodyguard behind Hong Blood, and his status was extremely respectful.

The knife technique was broken, Hong Li was only slightly shocked, and immediately came back to his senses. He had expected that the person who could have the courage to break into here to assassinate the Poison King would definitely not be a small role, and it was certainly reasonable to have a master like Nighthawk.

"Huh! If you block my sword, will you dare to underestimate the heroes of the world? Look at the knife. "Don't even talk. Hong Li's blade grazed the Nighthawk's peerless dagger, and he didn't make a sound and quickly attacked Nighthawk again, and in the blink of an eye, he slashed at Nighthawk's wrist.

The blade of the Nighthawk was slightly erected, and it easily blocked Hong Li's attack again. He had already figured out Hong Li's knife technique routine from the round of fast knives just now, although it was very powerful, but it was still a lot worse than a big master like Matsumoto. There are too many flaws in the knife.

Without giving Hong Li time to continue changing his moves, Nighthawk picked up his feet and kicked Hong Li's belly violently. Hong Li seemed to have suddenly turned into a bowed shrimp, and was kicked more than two meters away with the sound of the wind. With a bang, the knife in his hand fell in front of him as his body fell to the ground.

Hong Li felt like his ribs were about to break. Struggling to get up, he wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with his hand, regardless of the thunderous pain in his abdomen. Smiled at Nighthawk.

Suddenly, he bent over and slammed into a white wall in the corner.