The surrounding firelight flickered, dust and smoke scattered in all directions, and the tall figure of the werewolf fell to the ground, pulling the old elder.

The domineering way of appearing seemed to shock everyone, and the audience was suddenly silent.

In Gong Bing's eyes, the black-clothed people surrounding the werewolves were motionless, as if they were all immobilized.

But this was obviously just an illusion on the part of Gong Bing, the air between them seemed to freeze, and the suffocating atmosphere was like a hand choking the throat, making people a little breathless.

Immediately afterwards, the long-lost gunshot rang out again, breaking the frozen picture at once, the disemboweling bullets were like the sound of a start, and the men in black came back to life in the state of 'fixation' one by one.

The men in black raised their knives in unison, and there was no hesitation in their eyes behind the masks, and they suddenly used force under their feet, and they all rushed towards the werewolf.

Seeing this, the werewolf roared, as if the opponent's numerical advantage did not exist, and he also met it without the slightest fear.

Two of the men in black were the first to rush in front of the werewolf, and the werewolf waved his arm and punched him head-on, so fast that he couldn't dodge.

But apparently the man in black didn't mean to dodge.

Not surprisingly, the werewolf's fist landed heavily on one of the men in black, and the injured man in black spat blood from his mouth, staining his mask red. If you lean over and listen, you'll hear the sound of bones breaking in his chest.

Although it succeeded in hitting the enemy, the werewolf made a painful sound instead.

It turned out that when the werewolf hit the other party, the man in black also inserted the short knife in his hand into his fist, but due to the heavy hair and multiple blocks of the werewolf's skin muscles, the short knife could only stop helplessly after it sank into the skin shallowly, so although the werewolf was beaten, it could only be regarded as a fur injury.

Due to the self-sacrifice of his companion, another man in black had already rushed to the werewolf's side, and he immediately raised his short knife and stabbed the werewolf in the waist and abdomen.

As soon as the werewolf stepped back, his body forcibly twisted backwards, and the short knife slashed in front of him, causing the blackman's attack to be fruitless.

The werewolf then roared, and he grabbed the man in black who was still hanging on his fist, and threw it at the head of the guy in front of him.

The latter was unable to dodge, and immediately collided with his companion, and as if he had been hammered, he flew upside down like a broken kite.

Although these men in black are of different heights, each of them is well-proportioned and muscular, and all of them are men over 1.7 or even 1.8 meters, weighing at least seventy or eighty kilograms.

But this weight doesn't seem to be in the eyes of the werewolf, and there is not much difference in lifting such a man in black, as if he is lifting a basketball.

I saw that after he slammed an enemy, he lifted the man in black in his hand again, used him as a hidden weapon, and casually threw it towards the others who were approaching.

The man in black was injured repeatedly, and he was already dying and had no ability to resist, and when he saw his companion being thrown over, the other men in black had no intention of catching and inspecting it, so they dodged aside and continued to rush forward.

The werewolf did not stay where it was, and did the same.

The men in black all seemed to have practiced the same exercises, each of them had the special technique of bursting out at high speed in a short time, and it only took a blink of an eye to go from static to moving.

Two men in black rushed to the front with knives, the werewolf immediately jumped to dodge, he had just landed, and another man in black leaned over next to him, and the werewolf slapped it with a palm, although the man in black put the short knife in front of him, but he was still knocked away by a blow.

Of course, the werewolf inevitably received another knife in the arm, but it was blocked by his hair and skin, and the wound was not deep.

At this time, before the werewolf could withdraw his hand, another man in black appeared behind him, and the man in black seized the opportunity and stabbed the werewolf in the back fiercely, and blood suddenly oozed out of the wound.

The werewolf screamed in pain, and he reached behind his back, grabbed the other man, and then pulled him over and threw him to the ground, and the short knife was pulled out at the same time.

Before the werewolf could make up for him, another man in black came closer.

Although the strength of the men in black is not as good as that of werewolves, they are numerous, and they surround the werewolves, and they take turns to attack him tired, plus their fierce posture one by one, it is really not so easy to deal with.

The werewolf will be stabbed or kicked from time to time, and the man in black will also be knocked away one after another, but due to the cooperation between the men in black, it is difficult for the werewolf to get a real dead hand, he often knocks the opponent down with one punch, but before he can take advantage of the victory to pursue, other men in black will attack from other places, so that the werewolf has to stop parrying.

Some of the men in black who stood on the side would even throw out hidden weapons such as daggers, which would also cause a lot of trouble for the werewolves.

They came and went, and they fought happily for a while.

At this time, Gong Bing and Miranda had already left the door of the office building, moved to the general clutter pile, and quietly hid their bodies to peek.

In Gong Bing's eyes, although the strength of these black-clothed people is not high, the level of a single person is at most between the beginning and middle of the human level, and the means of attack rely more on the weapons or other hidden weapons in their hands.

The most special thing is their exercises, when they fought in the building before, Gong Bing had already seen it, because he didn't see an increase in other aspects, so Gong Bing secretly guessed that it was a kind of exercise that was mainly aimed at improving explosiveness.

But this is also quite suitable for their positioning, because in Gong Bing's eyes, these men in black are very much in line with his inner image of assassins, whether they are dressed or weaponized.

Originally, Gong Bing didn't care about their strength, after all, if he put it right, Gong Bing could put the other party down within a few moves.

But seeing the picture of them besieging the werewolves at this time, Gong Bing changed his opinion.

This group of black-clothed people has obviously been trained in a centralized and unified manner, they are full of tacit understanding between them, they know how to cooperate from far and near, cover each other and attack alternately in battle, plus they are full of explosive power between static and moving, even if they encounter a strong enemy with a strong strength and a long gap, they also have the strength to fight, and even kill the other party in the case of suffering certain casualties.

Gong Bing watched in silence, empathizing in his heart, imagining that he was the werewolf, and how he would deal with it when he was in the same situation as the other party.

What is the difference between himself and the werewolf, where are the advantages, and where are the disadvantages?

But just when Gong Bing was thinking about it, he was interrupted by others again.

"Hey, hey, Gabriel, don't be in a daze, why are you so fascinated? We're not here to be spectators. Miranda said as she spoke.

"Oh..... Yes, you're right. Gong Bing came back to his senses and replied.

"Hey, you're a man." Miranda pretended to sigh: "Now they are just in the right fight, take advantage of this opportunity, we can sneak over." ”

At this, Miranda paused, stretched out her finger and pointed to the other side of the parking lot, and Gong Bing also looked in the direction he was pointing, which was the direction where Scola's car was buried.

"The car over there has been motionless since it started, and I guess the people inside must have knocked out." Miranda continued: "In this situation, it seems that no one has noticed us for the time being, so we can take advantage of this opportunity to quietly go over and get those two boxes of bills and get them, and then ......"

"Then we can slip away." Gong Bing took over and said.

"yes, your brain is still working." Miranda said with a fist in her right hand and hammer in her left palm.

Gong Bing's lips moved, and he snorted silently, ignoring Miranda's teasing, and bent down to touch in the direction of Scola's car.

Miranda showed a small smug smile, and also bent over, a pair of slender and round thighs moved small steps, and also followed.

Fortunately, there were a lot of clutter around the parking lot, and everyone's attention was now elsewhere, so the two of them quickly came to the side of the car smoothly after stopping and stopping along the way.