078 The Battle of the Trapped Beasts

In front of the collapsed Yuzhuang villa, the man in the iron mask and the man in black left with Dai Yiqing in his arms, they stepped on the flames, like evil ghosts who summoned spirits, like ghosts when they came, and left no trace when they left.

Chen Yang looked at Dai Yiqing who was gradually moving away, his eyes were dead, the green tendons on his neck were exposed, and he suddenly shouted loudly: "You stop for me!! ”

The footsteps of the man in the iron mask suddenly stopped, and he turned to look at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang was bleeding everywhere on his body, but his spine was still as straight as a gun, Chen Yang stood up with his body supported by the wall, looked at the man in the iron mask and breathed a sigh of relief: "Either you kill me, or I kill you, otherwise you don't want to get out of here!" ”

The man in the iron mask was stunned for a moment, handed the Camille Maugham 50 in his hand to the man in black beside him, and walked towards Chen Yang.

Although Zheng Jing was shot through the shoulder blade by the Man in the Iron Mask, what he had in his bones was the blood of the White Tiger of the Snow Country Field Army, he got up with difficulty, and then walked towards the Man in the Iron Mask side by side with Chen Yang.

Zheng Jing pulled out his katana from the corpse on the ground, Chen Yang picked up Gilbert's tactical stick from the ground, and the two of them walked towards the Man in the Iron Mask.

The Man in the Iron Mask alone is the strongest humanoid weapon in the world, or rather himself.

This is a contest between warriors.

Chen Yang took a deep breath and stepped over the flames, his footsteps rushed towards the man in the iron mask with a fierce shout, Zheng Jing tore off his clothes, tied the katana and his wrist tightly three times, tied them together, and rushed over.

"Pick me up with a stick!!"

Chen Yang let out a loud roar, and the Gilbert tactical stick in his hand slammed towards the Iron Mask Man, who saw the opportunity to fly up and kick Chen Yang's Gilbert tactical stick.

After the transformation of the Hella virus, Chen Yang's body has the strength of a tiger, even if it is smashed with an ordinary tactical stick, the enemy can't stand it, but now the man in the iron mask dares to use his feet to fight hard with the tactical stick, Chen Yang really can't imagine how the other party did it, he himself is like a natural killing machine, every move and every style is the simplest killing technique.

Zheng Jing saw the gap, and the katana in his hand slashed towards the head of the Man in the Iron Mask.

The iron mask man's hand grabbed the blade violently, Zheng Jing suddenly felt a huge force coming from the blade, and before he could react, an iron fist had already slammed into Zheng Jing's chest, and Zheng Jing's body flew out upside down, spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

Chen Yang's tactical stick dance was impenetrable, but there was no way to inflict substantial damage on the Man in the Iron Mask.

The Man in the Iron Mask kicked Chen Yang in the chest, and Chen Yang smashed a stick on the Man in the Iron Mask's head.

Chen Yang almost exerted enough strength with this stick, and blood spurted out next to the iron mask man's ears, but his standing body did not move at all, but turned his head slightly and looked at Chen Yang.

The mask on the other party's face had been smashed and bent, and half of his head was bloody and blurred, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, and just looked at Chen Yang with a cold gaze.

Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, reacted suddenly, and smashed it with another stick.

But at this moment, a hand slammed into Chen Yang's neck, and then kicked the ball of his foot heavily on Chen Yang's body, Chen Yang fell out like a swallow with broken wings, and Gilbert's tactical stick fell to the ground.

At that moment, an arm suddenly reached out from the other side.

Before the man in the iron mask could react, Zheng Jing suddenly pressed the switch in his hand, and the high voltage of 1000V on the tactical electric pen instantly paralyzed the iron mask man's body, and he half-knelt on the ground, and a piece of electric marks burned on the armor that the electric pen was holding, and bursts of smoke came out from underneath.

The Man in the Iron Mask was half-kneeling, his arms supporting his body.

But before Zheng Jing could exit safely, he suddenly found that his hand had been pinched by the Man in the Iron Mask.

The Marx tactical pen in Zheng Jing's hand was pinched by the iron-faced man, and as his strength gradually increased, the Marx tactical pen was directly pinched and bent, but Zheng Jing's hand had not been pulled out.

The man in the iron mask turned his head and looked at Zheng Jing with cold pupils, and the strength in his hand gradually increased.

Zheng Jing's fingers were pinched into an incredible arc by the iron-masked man, and the sound of bone cracking clearly came into his ears, Zheng Jing gritted his teeth, but the pain that pierced his heart went straight to the bone marrow, and in the end, he couldn't hold on, and roared in pain.

The Man in the Iron Mask smashed a punch into Zheng Jing's face, and Zheng Jing fell to the ground unconscious, but his hand had been pinched into a meat ball.

The entire palm of the hand was completely fractured.

Comminuted metacarpal fracture.

Chen Yang and Zheng Jing are not the opponents of the Man in the Iron Mask, they have everything they have, but they still can't kill the Man in the Iron Mask, not to mention that there are several men in black on the other side of the flame who are standing coldly with a Cod M20 in their hands, and there are also hunters heavy pickups and Raysford heavy machine guns by their side, if the Man in the Iron Mask wants to kill himself, I am afraid that he can do it with his fingers.

He was playing with him and Zheng Jing.

This is probably the most terrifying thing Chen Yang can think of.

The man in the iron mask suddenly stood up, his long hair fluttering in the wind, his majestic figure with a cold mask, and a pair of iron arms, which made people shudder.

Chen Yang struggled to get up, and then helped Zheng Jing up.

Zheng Jing's injuries were too severe.

At this time, the cold Chen Yang found that the man in the iron mask had actually taken off his mask.

Beneath the iron mask was a head full of black hair, and a face that had long been unable to distinguish between the eyes and the nose.

It looked as if it had been corroded by something, or burned by flames, and the face of the Man in the Iron Mask had long since been unrecognizable, his nose and mouth were glued together, and even some of the teeth next to his mouth were exposed, and he looked very hideous, almost like a few rags put together, and there were stitched wounds everywhere.

There is only a pair of blue eyes, cold shining in the pupils, it seems that as long as you look at them, you can feel that you are being targeted by monsters, the feeling of standing in front of the abyss and being gazed at by the abyss, the trembling feeling that spreads from the bottom of your heart.

The Man in the Iron Mask casually threw his mask on the ground and twisted his neck.

Chen Yang touched Gilbert's tactical stick from the ground, and Zheng Jing held the katana with his other intact hand.

The Man in the Iron Mask beckoned to Chen Yang and Zheng Jing.

Chen Yang and Zheng Jing rushed over again.

In front of the Yuzhuang villa, surrounded by flames, Chen Yang and Zheng Jing were like beasts trapped in a cage, making their last struggle.

Chen Yang blasted over with a punch, the Man in the Iron Mask easily blocked, Zheng Jing slashed over, and the Man in the Iron Mask dodged sideways and then smashed a heavy punch on Zheng Jing's chest.

The tactical stick in Chen Yang's hand smashed towards the head of the man in the iron mask, and without a mask to cover it, it might be Chen Yang's only chance.

But at this time, the man in the iron mask suddenly turned around suddenly, and the iron arm smashed down towards Chen Yang's chest, Chen Yang raised the tactical stick to block in a hurry, and the arm of the man in the iron mask with huge strength directly smashed the tactical stick, this fist not only smashed the tactical stick, but also smashed on Chen Yang's body.

Chen Yang was in pain, knelt on the ground, was kicked on the shoulder by the man in the iron mask, and immediately rolled out.

And Zheng Jing on the other side is even more of an opponent of the Iron Mask, the Iron Mask grabbed the blade of the katana violently, and then broke it violently, and slammed it into Zheng Jing's shoulder, Zheng Jing screamed miserably, and the Iron Mask actually broke the katana again and stuffed the blade into Zheng Jing's mouth.

He is like a brutal king, torturing and killing his prey.

Zheng Jing was stuffed with a blade in his mouth, kicked heavily in his chest, and flew out upside down again.

Chen Yang and Zheng Jing no longer have combat effectiveness, or even if they still have the strength, it is impossible for them to defeat the Man in the Iron Mask.

Zheng Jing's mouth had a part of the blade directly inserted from the wall of his mouth, and he knelt on the ground and groaned in pain.

The Man in the Iron Mask bent down slightly, picked up his iron mask from the ground and put it on his face, half of his ears were dull wounded by Gilbert's tactical stick, so half of his ears had fallen off, leaving only a little skin attached to it.

The Man in the Iron Mask reached out and tore his ears off, throwing them on the ground haphazardly.

This enemy is extremely cruel and very skillful, showing no mercy to both his own and his enemies.

Just as the Man in the Iron Mask turned around, suddenly, the steps he had just taken came to a halt.

Like, something is missing.

The man in the iron mask turned around and saw Chen Yang and Zheng Jing, as well as Chen Xuanyi lying on the ground dying.

Where did that fat man go······

At this time, the man in the iron mask coldly saw Chen Yang's eyes.

He raised his head suddenly, saw a fat figure on the villa of Yuzhuang, lifted a huge truck tire with difficulty, and said with a wild smile: "Fuck, you beat my brother, right?" Now I finally remember your fat grandfather, you go to die!! ”

Before the Man in the Iron Mask could react, the huge truck tire that the fat man was holding slammed down.

This giant truck tire was originally used by Fat Chen to press the swing rack, but he didn't expect it to come in handy now, and before the man in the iron mask could react, he was already smashed under the tire and fell heavily into the mud.

It's almost just a photo, the Man in the Iron Mask has been deposed.

This is almost Chen Yang's last hand, he deliberately and Zheng Jing diverted the attention of the man in the iron mask, and the psychology of the man in the iron mask was very accurate, the two did not hesitate to be knocked down and crippled to buy time for the fat man, the fat man really lived up to expectations, and the body that was transformed by the Hella virus lifted the heavy tires weighing more than a few hundred pounds high and smashed them down.

Such an impulse is not something that the Man in the Iron Mask can withstand, unless he is not human.

Seeing the man in the iron mask who was knocked unconscious by the tire at the bottom, Chen Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, several gunshots suddenly rang out in front of Chen Yang and Zheng Jing.

Bang bang bang!

Several shots were fired in front of their footsteps, and Zheng Jing rolled over, pulling Chen Yang to hide behind the broken truck.