In a dilapidated old building, in a dimly lit living room, several large men are sitting around a table stained with oil. This dining table has not been seriously cleaned for a long time, the table top is shiny, and the rotten scraps are accumulated between the cracks.

Now the table is stacked with guns and gold coins, and these men are dismantling rifles into parts, wiping them with charcoal and oiling them with a dexterity that matches their size.

In order to prevent sitting in the house from suddenly being shot in the head by a stray bullet in the street, the walls of the buildings in this area are very thick, but the windows are small, not much larger than the shooting holes. Sunlight came in through the window and was the only source of light in this room.

In the dim sunlight, you can see that these big men have opened their robesses, revealing strong pectoral muscles and thick chest hair. They all had a bomb tattooed on their chests, and if ordinary people were in this room, they would be silent and restless with fear.

It was a tattoo of the Bomb Gang, the most ferocious gang in the entire East Eighth District. Not only did they engage in kidnapping and ransom cases, but they also controlled the drug trade in the East Eighth District.

As the distributor of the Ouroboros, they sold a steady stream of Ouroboros poison* products into New Linfen to the dock workers and civilians, because the purity of the goods was high, and the amount of goods purchased was high, even gangs from other districts came to them to buy goods. Although most of their profits were to be divided between Ouroboros and the sheriff who sat on the ground, they still ate a lot of money.

The leader of the Bomb Gang watched his backbone clean up their guns, grabbing a small stack of gold coins and playing with them in his hands. These subordinates of his are all powerhouses of the fifth and fourth energy levels. The huge profits he made from selling drugs and drugs were relied upon by him in the East Eighth District.

Recently, the gangs in the East 7th District wanted to compete with him for the supply of the Ouchitor, and in order to maintain his position, he had to teach them a hard lesson and cut off their outstretched hand. Let those mud-legged people know what they can and can't touch.

"Are you all ready?"

He looked at his left and right hands. Prepare to give an impromptu speech to boost the morale of your subordinates.

Click!

There was a sudden knock on the door of the living room, and someone was knocking.

The leader's brow furrowed, and the knock at the door interrupted his train of thought. He had already made up his mind that if the matter reported by the unsightly subordinate was insignificant, he would let the other party suffer a little. Know his majesty as a leader.

A big man sitting by the door stood up, even though the dilapidated building was surrounded by the elite of the entire Bomb Gang, he still carefully looked through the cat's eye, wanting to observe the appearance of the people outside the door. This is a habit he developed when he was a mercenary, always vigilant, and always able to save his life.

But this time there was an accident, and from the cat's eyes, it was pitch black outside, and nothing could be seen. Just as he was about to grab a submachine gun on the table. When I opened the door to check, the situation changed abruptly.

With a loud roar, the sturdy and heavy iron door flew in like a piece of paper, trembling in the air. With tremendous force, it flew like a fly, swatting the strong man standing at the doorway out and hitting the wall. The scene was a mess, as if it were the scene of a car accident.

Blood splattered in the air. sprinkled the faces of everyone present.

A man in a strange goblin mask stood in the doorway, a sturdy sledgehammer in his hand. He used this hammer to smash open the iron door.

"What man!?"

Like frightened sparrows, everyone present pounced on the guns on the table, trying to shoot at the strange man at the gate.

A coercion surged from the door into the room, and the fear swelled up from within, as if it had been hidden deep in their genes, and was now awakened. That's the breath of a natural predator. The ancient ancestors of mankind struggled to survive under the breath of this strong man. All the brave who dared to resist were eaten, and they failed to inherit their genes for daring to resist.

This is the effect of the Fury Offensive mixing the Titan Tyrannosaurus and the Demon Hunter, for those who are not strong enough. It was almost overwhelming.

Even the thugs, who licked blood from the knife edge, still had weak feet in fear, and the guns in their hands seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and they were almost unable to hold them.

Someone spurted blood foam from the corner of his mouth, and with a fierce force, he bit off his tongue and freed himself from the threat.

"Whatever monster you say, go die!"

He raised his submachine gun and was about to shoot at the strange man standing in the doorway, but just as he tried to trap the other person in the crosshair, he found that the strange man had disappeared in place.

Suddenly there was a loud roar in the room, and the thug was horrified to realize that the strange man had rushed in front of him, and he swung a heavy hammer on himself like a fluttering wooden pole.

Immediately afterward, a sharp pain came from the abdomen, and every nerve was burning. His face was as red as if he was drunk, and the green meridians bulged.

The entire lower body of the thug disappeared.

Li Mu ignored the wailing thugs, he wiped the blood on his mask and threw down the hammer in his hand. Grabbing a pistol from the table with a gloved palm and turning on the silencer, he pulled the trigger on the thugs' heads. Killing people with a hammer, blood and internal organs are easily splashed everywhere, and there is no clean and refreshing use of firearms.

With a dull sound of gunfire, he cleanly blew the heads of all the thugs present, without wasting a single bullet.

The leader of the Bomb Gang slumped in his seat, unable to accept that his men had been killed like lambs, and had little power to resist. The previous ambition was like being splashed with a basin of ice water, and it had long disappeared without a trace.

Li Mu grabbed a chair, put it in front of him, and sat down with Erlang's legs crossed.

"I'm going to ask you something."

He played with the pistol in his hand, occasionally pointing the muzzle at the leader.

"You were sent by the Axe Gang, I admit it, as long as you spare my life, I will give you the line of the Hindustan people transporting * poison!"

The leader was only halfway through his words, and then he held his leg and wailed like a dog.

Li Mu shattered his knee with a single shot.

"First of all, if I ask, you can answer, who taught you to answer. Moreover, I am not asking about the route of the Hindustan people transporting poisons. ”

Li Mu blew away the gunsmoke from the muzzle and said coldly.

The leader was frightened by his callousness and looked at the mask on his face as if he were looking at a devil.

"I want to know, where does the magistrate Zhao Neng who you go down live in, don't tell me that you don't know, you gave him so much money, you have to find out where the money is, right?"

"You just want to find out where that insatiable guy lives in Zhao Neng?"

The leader is going mad, and I can't accept that all my subordinates were killed for such a ridiculous reason. He shouted at Li Mu a little hysterically, tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes, and wrote Zhao Neng's address.

"You want to know this, why don't you just ask me, I want to strangle that fat fool more than anyone else."

Li Mu took the piece of cloth, glanced at it, and wrote down the address on it. He pressed the gun to the leader's head, calming the somewhat overexcited fellow again.

"Now, tell me how the Ouroboros got their poison."

Li Mu was a little excited, this was a surprise, Ouroboros had dozens of hidden variant blade fern nettle plantations in the colony, which could produce hundreds of tons of poison * and Jet a year. Not only were these things sold on the Deccan plateau, but they were also smuggled into Zhongzhou and other colonies by cargo sailing ships, and were a major source of revenue for Ouroboros.

Cutting it off cuts off one of the Ouroboros' legs.

The leader's will had been completely destroyed by Li Mu, and without much resistance, he told what he knew.

After Li Mu heard this, his eyes shrank, he didn't know that there were so many people involved in this drug line. On this chain of interests, the characters involved are more noble than the other. Zhongzhou's rule on the Deccan plateau has decayed to such an extent. It is no wonder that after the Central State Council continued to intensify its efforts to combat Ouroboros, Ouroboros became more and more rampant.

"I don't know what you want to do, if you drink soup with those big people, you can call for wind and rain in Xinlinfen. But if you want to do something that will affect their interests, I think no matter how strong you are, your corpse will soon appear at the bottom of the sea outside the harbor. ”

Bang!

There was a dull gunshot, and the bullet pierced through his head, rolling and churning his head into a pile. There was still a trace of mockery of Li Mu in his eyes, and he fell to the ground. Brains quickly poured out of the wound and wet the ground.

"The frog at the bottom of the well."

Li Mu snorted coldly, those people are just maggots parasitic on the decaying tree of the Zhongzhou Council, this big tree looks luxuriant, but it has long been corrupted, as long as it is gently pushed, it will collapse.

When the Hindustani people invaded New Linfen, even though they begged for mercy, these big men were still dragged into the streets like pigs and beheaded, their wives and daughters became slaves, their accumulated wealth was plundered, and their luxurious villas were burned to ashes. They didn't end much better than civilians. Ouroboros never intended to let them go because they were partners.

Those who have seen the tragic scene of rivers of blood will not leave a trace of awe for them in their hearts. They're just a bunch of short-sighted rats.

There was a burst of black spiritual energy fluctuations on Li Mu's palm, and a bucket of salamander's blood appeared in his hand, and he sprinkled it around the entire room, and then carried it all the way down the stairs.

Rows of corpses lay along the way, all of them the Bomb Gang he killed on the way in.

When he walked to the door, a bucket of salamander blood had just run out, Li Mu casually threw the iron bucket on the corpse pile, took out a box of windproof matches, lit one, and threw it on top of the blood.

The flames rose and spread rapidly, engulfing the entire building in a short time. The high-temperature flames produced by the burning blood of the salamander melt steel, destroying all evidence without leaving a trace.

No one knew that in this ordinary day, Xuan He's bomb gang completely disappeared from New Linfen. (To be continued.) )