The fat man walked towards this direction as if he really couldn't see the man in the shadow. When www.biquge.info the fat man passed by the bushes, a black shadow flashed and struck the fat man quickly.

The fat man still walked his own way, but there was an extra flying knife in his palm. Just as the attacker stabbed the fat man with a dagger, the fat man turned around and threw a throwing knife at the attacker behind him. The flying knife was extremely fast, but the attacker was extremely experienced in assassination, and he only subconsciously turned around to avoid the fatal attack, and the flying knife only cut a bloody mark on his chest.

"Yes, I dodged it." The fat man clasped his arms in his hands and looked at the man in black in front of him.

The attacker did not speak, and his coldness was evident in a black suit. The dagger was clenched, and the attacker took the initiative to attack the fat man again. The fat man showed speed that was extremely inconsistent with his size, dodging the attack with ease, and grabbing the attacker's knife-wielding arm and twisting it 90 degrees.

Kicking the attacker away, the fat man had no interest in continuing to entangle with him, and turned around to continue his own path. However, when the fat man was about to take a step, he slammed it back and took it back. Looking behind him, at some point, three more people stood behind the attacker with the broken arm. The same black suit.

The fat man really couldn't figure out what kind of hatred could make the other party spend a lot of money and send so many people to kill him. But the fat man doesn't really care about that.

The three attackers were armed with different weapons, a dagger, two military spurs, and a short axe. The fat man's right arm flicked violently, and a Hidden Blade shot out. "Do you think you have weapons, tell you that Lao Tzu has more weapons than you."

All the attackers rushed towards the fat man, and the man who had just broken his arm was at the front. Although his arms were still in a strange position, he was the fastest. "If you dare to come, then I'll cut you!"

The fat man had three more throwing knives in his left hand, and with a wave of his hand, he threw them at the other three. The three throwing knives did not threaten them, but the speed of the attack had to pause. When the three of them turned their attention to the fat man again, the attacker who rushed to the front was already lying in a pool of blood.

The three of them were slightly startled, but soon cooperated with each other again to kill the fat man. The fat man's flexible body was a little difficult under the siege of the three people, and the three people's long and short weapons cooperated with each other, locking the fat man's position to death, and the fat man began to be pressed and beaten.

But at this moment, the fat man suddenly locked onto the target of the attack and attacked the attacker with a short axe. The other two couldn't help but be overjoyed. chose to go head-to-head with heavy weapons, which undoubtedly added opportunities for the two of them. Just as the two of them were about to make the fat man a 'dead' fat man, several throwing knives shot at him. It was clear that the fat man had never been targeted at this power-type attacker.

The sudden flying knife made the two of them unable to dodge, and one was stabbed in the neck, and the blood began to flow out like money. The man clasped his hands tightly around his neck, but blood flowed through the gaps between his fingers, and he saw that the man would not survive. The other was also stabbed in the right shoulder with a throwing knife.

The short axe slashed from behind, and the fat man dodged and kicked out three times in a hurry. One kick to the wrist, one to the chin, and the other to the lower body. The attacker knelt on the ground, the fat man punched out, and the tall attacker was knocked unconscious.

Picking up the hatchet, a military stab stabbed the fat man in the back. The attacker, who was supposed to use two military thorns at the same time, had to abandon one of the military thorns because of a wound to his right shoulder, and his attack power was greatly reduced. The fat man used his Hidden Blade to pick off the thorn, and with a swing of his left hand, the short axe slashed deep into the attacker's left shoulder. With a flying kick, the last assailant was kicked out and couldn't move.

The fat man withdrew his Hidden Blade, and now he was extremely worried in his heart, "It's broken, it's broken, what can I do if I die now." Damn, wouldn't it be bad if someone took the opportunity to trouble me? ”

The fat man was thinking about it, when he suddenly shuddered, subconsciously looked in the direction behind him, and the flying knife in his hand was ready to be thrown.

A gunshot pierced the sky, and the fat man fell to the ground.

"How's Mayor Morey?" A man who appeared to be a government agent asked the doctor who had just come out of the emergency room.

"The mayor's vital signs have stabilized, and the bullet didn't hit the point." The doctor replied.

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, and a police officer asked the doctor for the bullet that hit Mayor Morey. I saw the doctor shake his head, "These killers are using ice bullets, and when the mayor was sent over, the bullets had already turned into water." ”

"What kind of organization orchestrated this assassination?" Jeffrey, the police chief outside the ward, asked the officers next to him. The police immediately contacted the police who were chasing the attacker on the periphery, and after a while, news came, "Report to the director, it's the Blood Killer organization." Several of the attackers' corpses were tattooed with red blood marks, their identities had been confirmed, and the leader this time was likely to be a high-ranking or top-level killer of Bloodray. ”

"It's them, it's not easy. Has Locke already received the message? "The director mentioned a man's name." We haven't been able to get in touch with him, so we probably already know about it. The officer said with some uncertainty.

The fat man lay on his back on the ground, motionless. A black-clad killer walked slowly towards the fat man, the gun in his hand still smoking from it. A black trench coat sets off the killer to the extreme. When the killer stood next to the fat man, the fat man's eyes suddenly widened in anger, and his feet wrapped around the killer's legs.

The killer fired a shot in a hurry, but the fat man dodged his head in advance, and a bullet hole appeared on the ground and smoked slowly. The killer trips, and the fat man takes the opportunity to throw the gun aside and scuffle with him. This killer's skills are obviously much stronger than the previous ones, and the fat man doesn't seem to be able to take advantage. The two pushed each other hard, and finally separated.

The two of them, who were not injured, were more or less injured on their faces at this time. The fat man's face was swollen, and although the killer couldn't see it, he wouldn't be stronger than the fat man.

"That's good, but you're going to die by my sword." The killer grabbed the clothes on his body with one hand and threw the black trench coat on his body at the fat man.

Three throwing knives pierced the trench coat, but the killer was nowhere to be seen behind the trench coat. A dangerous aura came from above the fat man's head. The fat man hurriedly rolled on the spot, and a blood-colored long knife was embedded in the position where the fat man was just now.

The killer's movements were very fast, and the fat man had to dodge constantly, and the only chance to fight back was the interference of the throwing knife from time to time. But the strength of this killer is really amazing, and the fat man's flying knives are all blocked by the long knife. Although the fat man didn't think that his throwing knife could be faster than a bullet, he didn't expect that someone would be able to take his throwing knife accurately.

The fat man had never encountered such a tricky thing, even if he was surrounded by hundreds of gangsters. The fat man is on fire, why do you want to put yourself to death? If he were to find out who had hired the killer to kill him, the fat man would swear to skin him.

The fat man began to stand bare, and with a wave of his arms, two Hidden Blades shot out. "You forced me, you should die too." The fat man did not wait for the enemy to make a move, and had already taken the lead in attacking.

The fat man flashed in front of the killer in a few steps, and the whole person suddenly looked like a flexible spinning top, and the two Hidden Blades brought a whirlwind of extremely sharp edges. The killer struggled with a long knife to fend off the fat man's attacks. The killer didn't know why the fat man in front of him suddenly became so fierce, and he couldn't resist it for a while.

The fat man forced the killer backwards with a whirling kick, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground. The fat man's fist speed of nine punches in one second, the killer has no power to fight back. The killer struggled to dodge the fat man's punch, but then saw the fat man slash down with a slap on the head. At some point, the Hidden Blade that had been withdrawn bounced out again. In the light of the light, the Hidden Blade drew a thrilling trajectory.

The fat man's use of the Hidden Blade has become superb, but it is too late for the killer to subconsciously retreat. The Hidden Blade had been slashed down the Killer's chest, but the Killer showed no signs of injury, and a vest was scattered on the ground, with a huge hole in the middle of the vest.

"Damn, you... The fat man was about to say something, when he saw a gun pointed at the fat man's head. The fat man knew this gun, which was a laser pistol, which was used in warfare but was not conducive to assassination. Because the police can quickly locate the approximate location of the killer by capturing such energy, the killer took out the gun, obviously intending to break the net with the fat fish.

"What's the matter, don't you have a bulletproof vest too? Otherwise, you would have died with that shot. But now, even if you're wearing a bulletproof vest, what can you do! The killer snorted coldly and took a step forward.

The fat man broke out in a cold sweat and stepped back behind him. ". . . I really often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet, and now even people are planted in the river. ”