"Director Hu, why are you here in person?"

Another leader of the black market maintained order trotted to the top of the car door for Hu Yansun.

This second master is a real invisible giant in the black market, and on weekdays, these small leaders can't be such a big man at all.

"Stay and go. Sixth, the stall North District, which is blocking this area, will not be open tonight, and I will prepare something of the highest grade, and the boss will invite this person to dinner today. ”

Hu Yansun is only about one meter seven tall, but as soon as he opened his mouth, dozens of ruthless guards around him bowed their heads and did not dare to look directly, and the sixth brother of the snake head was even more in awe.

"Yes, second brother. Don't you have long ears, the North District is closed tonight, and all irrelevance is scattered, don't gather here. ”

The head of the snake violently waved the handle of the gun in his hand, striking the outer steel of the mobile armor, and after the clanging sound, the hundreds of people gathered around him scattered with a hula.

Anyone can be offended by doing business in the black market, except for the guards who watch the scene here, and the name of the snake's evil star is not called for nothing.

"The contemptible nonsense, one of the directors of the underground black market in Port Holland, Mr. Nero's presence is really unwelcome."

Hu Yansun was smiling, if he didn't pay attention to it in the crowd outside, he would only be regarded as an old man over half a hundred years old, and it was estimated that no one would think of his identity.

Looking at the hand in front of him, Nero Sparta's black sword eyebrows were slightly raised, flashing a trace of contempt and banter.

For a big hunter of his level, A-level lifeforms are not qualified to talk to him, and the boss of the black market can barely do it.

Hu Yansun's face froze, and a trace of anger appeared in his pupils, but he quickly covered it up.

"Hehehe. Mr. Hu, yes, we don't want to find trouble, just to invite an old friend back, and please make it convenient. ”

Mu Qiu walked out, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Hu Yansun slightly.

"What do you call this gentleman?"

Hu Yansun glanced at Mu Qiu in surprise, he thought that Nero Sparta was the leader of this elite group, but it seemed that the young man in front of him was the one who spoke the matter.

"You don't need to know this, we have already found the people, if Boss Hu doesn't want to cause any trouble, just let your people get out of the way, we're in a hurry."

Mu Qiu's face was grinning, his eyes staring at each other, and a wisp of cold light burst out.

Hearing this, the smile on Hu Yansun's face changed suddenly, and he suddenly became gloomy.

If it weren't for the demon hunter Nero Sparta in front of him, he would have spit out a word of 'presumptuousness' by now.

He thinks that he is enough to give the other side, as one of the principals of the black market, which of the big names in the military and political circles of Holland Port does not sell his face?

After identifying Nero Sparta, he had the idea of making friends, who would have thought that this S-class giant bird would not bird him.

What's even more infuriating is that this seemingly honest young man dared to give him a cold face, ignored his inquiries, and forcibly took people away from the black market.

This is completely ignoring his second master!

"Two, this is the high-end black market in Holland Harbor, and whoever comes in must follow the rules. A few of them have just moved their guns, and for the sake of His Excellency Nero's face, I can not pursue it.

But if you want to take away the street vendors who abide by the rules of the black market under the noses of so many people, this is to provoke the rules of the black market in Holland Harbor for more than 20 years! ”

Hu Yansun snorted coldly, and repeatedly emphasized the rules of the black market between his words.

Nero Sparta is famous, but since he doesn't give him face, then he doesn't need to pretend to be a grandson, and he has to be domineering when he should be tough.

Otherwise, in the black market, who would sell his face as Second Master Hu?

The crowd that had dispersed around them gathered again dozens of meters away, listening to this sentence with sensitive ears, and showing a posture of watching a good show.

Most of the people in the black market in Holland Harbor are unscrupulous, or the rats outside can't see the light, and they have to pay a lot of fees and protection fees to the black market for many years.

Over the years, they have complained a lot, and at this moment, when they saw someone trying to lift the table of the forces behind the black market, they all showed their excited faces.

"Rules? Who sets the rules? Is it Camyr or Mozard? Obviously a rat in the sewer of the city, he has to slap his swollen face and sit on an equal footing with people, not afraid of being trampled to death? ”

"Grass! You little deflated third son, how can you talk to my second brother, look for death! ”

The snake head on the side directly fried the pot, and the assault rifle in his hand was directly pressed against Mu Qiu's head, and his two eyes were eager to swallow Mu Qiu alive.

Bang! Bang bang!

Suddenly, a continuous burst of gunfire rang out, and a Night Rakshasa elite pulled the trigger directly.

For them, Mu Qiu is the most efficient and loyal object, and any person or thing that threatens must be eliminated as soon as possible, and there is no room for half a point difference.

The snake's head snorted, three blood flowers burst out from his right hand, and the assault rifle he was holding fell to the ground with a clatter, making a crisp metal impact.

The power of the special armor-piercing bullet is not small, and it shoots directly from the front, even if it is a B+-level super-body new human, it is impossible to completely guard against it, and it is directly pierced through the wrist.

"Kill them!"

The head of the snake roared, and with a sharp wave of his left hand, the indifferent black market guards behind him suddenly pulled their assault rifles, and their tongues of fire poured out.

At this moment, the eyes of Hu Yansun and Nero changed in unison.

Hu Yansun secretly scolded a fool, pulled out and retreated, wiped his hands behind his back, and a shotgun appeared directly in his hand, facing Mu Qiu is a troll.

The deafening roar exploded, and countless particles shot straight towards Mu Qiu.

"Humph! I've told you a long time ago that it's just scrapped, where are there so many curves and curves. ”

Nero Sparta sneered, and the greatsword in his hand slashed horizontally, and the scattered bullets struck the blade of the sword, bursting with brilliant sparks.

Hearing this, Mu Qiu grinned, and said indifferently:

"If you don't make a fuss, how can you force out the bull ghosts and snake gods in the black market, sometimes luring snakes out of the hole is much higher than fighting and killing."

Water Escape: Iron Cannonball!

With a silent thought in his heart, Mu Qiu's five fingers clenched, and the huge chakra water ball, which was almost like the Muji Ninjutsu, condensed, and went straight to the mobile armor in the distance.

Melee firearms are nothing to these Night Rakshasa elites, and liquid body armor combined with special steel helmets is enough to offset the direct fire of ordinary assault rifles.

The real threat is those power armors, if you really hit you directly, even liquid body armor can directly punch you an adult-sized hole.

After all, in a certain sense, this caliber on mobile armor can be regarded as a machine gun.

Bang! Click!

The kinetic energy of the two-meter-diameter iron cannon projectile was terrifying, and it hit a power armor, forcibly flying more than 20 meters, and the armor was scattered into a pile of scrap iron.

The driver inside couldn't even wail, and his internal organs were shaken into a pile of meat puree.