In the laboratory, all the lights went out.

Wang Huairen was in a closed laboratory, carefully studying the materials.

At the door, Liu Mei sat on a chair, holding a lady's cigarette between her red lips, and the fireworks were flickering and extinguishing. The slender jade finger pinched a short knife between his fingers, and turned it quietly in the palm of his hand.

Two desert eagles were strapped to their thighs, shining silver in the moonlight that came in through the window.

Through the window, looking at the Korean side in the car outside, the corners of Liu Mei's mouth showed a smile.

Time passes minute by minute.

There was silence all around the pharmaceutical factory. Only the unknown insects kept crying.

Han Fang sat in the car and gently stroked the Mitsubishi military thorn in his hand.

This is a gift from the old man to himself seven years ago, and it is also his favorite weapon and most trusted companion.

It has been with him for seven years. Never let myself down.

Suddenly, Han Fang's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and a ray of cold light flashed through his eyes.

"It's coming!"

Han Fang muttered softly.

In the air, there was a faint cold killing intent. The temperature all around seemed to have dropped by more than ten degrees, and even the insects stopped screaming.

Within a radius of a few miles, there was a dead silence.

Han Fang smiled coldly, put on night vision goggles, and saw more than a dozen figures slowly surrounding him at a glance.

I don't know how much is hidden in the dark.

The South Korean side pressed a button on the car, and the four Gatlings, which had been prepared for a long time, immediately aimed ahead, and the barrel slowly turned.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a chilling voice came from the darkness.

Immediately, those people rushed like hungry wolves.

"Die!"

The Korean side snorted coldly and pressed the fire button.

Toot toot toot??

The four Gatlings fired at the same time, tongues of fire that were particularly dazzling in the dark night.

The bullets fired out weaved into a terrifying net of firepower, turning this area into a forbidden place of death.

In just a few breaths, the dozen or so people were directly beaten into a sieve.

However, there were far more enemies than he had imagined, and they were coming from all directions, and each of them was a highly trained and skilled player, who acted quickly, and after paying the price of dozens of lives, broke through the fire blockade of the South Korean side.

The South Korean side knew that the time had come for him to make a move.

He opened the car door and walked down, carrying the Mitsubishi military spur in his hand, and the killing intent surged wildly in him.

"Kill!"

A figure jumped up, holding a long knife, and volleyed towards the Korean side.

Han Fang's eyebrows were lightly raised, the cold light in his eyes flickered, and his hand was like electricity. The Mitsubishi Army in his hand stabbed at the other party with a swish, pointing directly at the man's throat.

Blazing fast, first-come, first-served!

The man was startled. Hurriedly withdrew the long knife in his hand and blocked it in front of his throat to defend himself.

However, what he never expected was that he only heard a clang, and the long knife in his hand was actually pierced by the Mitsubishi Army of the Korean side, and then pierced his throat.

"This?? This??"

The man's eyes widened with disbelief, but he couldn't say a word about it.

His man was single-handed in mid-air by the Korean side, and he only struggled three or two times before he didn't move.

Hiss!

There was a gasp all around.

Even the knife and the person pierced together!

This scene is too shocking. Even though these people were all dead soldiers cultivated by the four major clans, they were not afraid of death, but they also felt a tingling of their scalps.

The scene was quiet for a while, and time seemed to freeze.

After a few seconds, with a cold shout, those people frantically killed the Korean side again.

"Let's get on it!"

In an instant, dozens of people rushed towards the South Korean side from all directions.

Everyone was armed with long knives. Fearless to death.

Their knife skills are very fierce, and each knife is aimed at the key points of the Korean side.

And they are not slashing indiscriminately, there are moves and styles, and there is a great connection between moves. It's completely different from those gangsters.

Such a person, if used to deal with those street gangsters, it is not a problem to fight ten at a time.

Even if it is an ordinary special forces, if you only rely on cold weapons to fight. Definitely not their opponents.

What's even more terrifying is that there are not one or two, but dozens or hundreds, which shows how deep the heritage of the four major clans is.

But the South Korean side is still the South Korean side after all, a god of war who grew up from a rain of bullets.

He didn't have any naming moves, he relied on the fighting instincts cultivated in years of fighting, and he paid attention to killing the enemy in the shortest time, the fastest speed, and the simplest and most effective way.

Fatal with one hit!

No ambiguity!

The Korean side is like a god of death, rushing through the crowd to kill, as if entering a no-man's land, every time he makes a move, one person will fall to the ground and die.

Anyone who has been pierced by the Mitsubishi Army's stabbing is without exception. There is only one dead end.

In just a few tens of seconds, more than 20 people died at the hands of the South Korean side.

One step at a time, terrifying!

Even if it was a group of dead soldiers, they were all killed by him.

"Stand down, all of you!"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded, making those people feel like they had been pardoned, and they dared to hesitate for the slightest moment, and they took more than ten steps back.

Han Fang looked up and looked coldly in the direction where the voice came from.

I saw four people standing on the roof of the factory.

Two of them knew each other from the Korean side, and it was Ye Yulin and Wei Ying, who had a fight with him last time.

Unexpectedly. These two people haven't seen each other for a few days, and the injuries on their bodies are not good, so they dare to appear.

The South Korean side admired their courage a little.

He didn't know the other two, but the aura emanating from these two people seemed to be much stronger and more ferocious than Ye Yulin and Wei Ying.

Especially the strong man with white hair and a height of nearly two meters, like a bloodthirsty beast.

And the person who had just spoken exuded a monstrous battle intent all over his body, and his momentum was still faint above the white-haired beast.

Han Fang's face was slightly gloomy, and the four of them joined forces, which made him feel a little tricky.

"You go and get our things back, this man has been handed over to us."

Qin Zilong spoke again, his voice was as cold as a knife, his eyes were staring at the Han side, his fighting intent was surging, he jumped down from the roof, and with a bang, Weng Weng fell to the ground.

The other three followed, jumping backwards from the roof.

"Yes!"

The dead men rushed into the lab.

Han Fang sneered, "Don't even think about leaving!" “

He didn't bother to talk nonsense with these people, and with a flicker of his body, he rushed like lightning, directly killing a person who was about to rush to the laboratory.

"Your opponent is me!"

Qin Zilong shouted, strode out, and attacked the Han side with a fierce and incomparable punch.

He doesn't believe in evil, and he must personally fight the South Korean side.

As the invincible boxing champion in the Siberian death training camp, the power of his punch reached an astonishing 800 kilograms, a full more than 1,600 catties, and a strength of nearly a ton.

There are no longer a few people who were killed by him with one punch, and all of them are masters.

What's even more terrifying is that they are different from boxers on the table.

Although the so-called world boxing champion also has a strength of 800 kilograms, if the two sides fight, he is confident that he can kill the opponent in three seconds.

Because, his fist was born to kill.

"Get out of here!"

Han Fang didn't want to entangle with him, so he greeted him with a punch.

"Hmph, look for death!"

Qin Zilong saw that Han Fang did not take himself seriously and greeted his attack so casually, and his heart suddenly snorted coldly, and the expression on his face became even more hideous.

The three people who watched the battle had a sneer on their faces.

In their opinion, if the Korean side dares to despise Qin Zilong so much, it is simply not knowing whether to live or die, and it is killing itself!

Rumble!

There was a muffled sound, and the two fists met.

Click!

Click!

The sound of bones cracking sounded!

Immediately after, the two figures retreated at the same time.

Qin Zilong stepped back more than a dozen steps before he had just stabilized his figure, his right hand was trembling violently, and the pain of the bone cracking made the muscles on his face twitch.

He couldn't have imagined that Han Fang's random punch would actually shatter his bones.

On the other hand, with the help of the power of his punch, the Korean side accelerated to rush in front of the two dead soldiers and ended their lives with the Mitsubishi military stab.

Strong!

Terrifyingly strong!

Although it was only a punch, Qin Zilong had already been impressed by the strength of the Korean side.

He endured the sharp pain in his hand, tore off a strip of cloth from his body, and quickly wrapped his right hand, then said to the other three with a gloomy face, "This person is too strong, let's go together!" “

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