The fist wind whistled, blood splattered, and screams continued.

The strong men in black didn't understand the situation at all, so they died tragically one after another. The one who was hit in the head with a punch was lucky, and he didn't suffer much when he died. Some unlucky ones couldn't dodge, and a punch hit the shoulder, waist, and a large piece of the body disappeared out of thin air, as if it had been cut and dug out. This kind of person can't die for a while, lying on the ground full of blood and internal organs, screaming and wailing for half a day before dying quietly, it is really tragic and unbearable.

Suddenly, these black-clothed adults screamed and became a mess, and they scattered and fled for their lives.

The brightly lit outer chamber is like a hell on earth, filled with wails and laughter. Bright red blood splattered on walls, roofs, tables, chairs, carpets. Even the crystal lamps were splashed with blood, and under the reflection of the lights, they refracted the bright red light like vermilion lacquer, which was terrifying and terrifying.

The two of them looked at the killing, terrified. Even Lin Qiuzheng, who had been tempered and well-informed, was terrified, and his face turned pale.

I've seen battles big and small, but I've seen this kind of unresisted killing method that is tantamount to a massacre. The black-clothed men were tortured and killed one by one like chickens and sheep in front of Zhao Yu.

Liu Zimo was even more frightened, leaning his back against the wall, so he barely softened. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he was punched. I'm not even sure if I have the courage to stand up, even if it's to save someone.

The Zhao Yu in front of him was like a blood-colored god of death at this time, his arms turned into sickles, wantonly harvesting people's lives.

The sound of laughter echoed throughout the room. You can hear that it is very satisfied and enjoying it at this moment.

The white woolen carpet is gradually stained black and red with blood. The whole room was as if it had been repainted, speckled and blood-red. The air was filled with a strong and choking smell of rust and fishy, which made people sick to their stomachs.

Lin Qiu, who was still a little calm, had a heavy face. He raised his elbow and tapped Liu Zimo's lower ribs, and muttered in a low voice: "Hurry up!" It's too late to go! ”

Liu Zimo, who was quiet in panic and fear, was awakened by him, nodded hurriedly, his hands trembled slightly, and he helped Lin Qiuzheng to quietly flash out of the door, and quickly left this place like hell on earth.

They walk very softly and quickly, and they can barely hear footsteps. It's just that the panting sound is heavy and deep. In the empty aisle, every breath and breath can be heard clearly.

Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps. Liu Zimo looked at the stairs at the end of the corridor, and his heart seemed to rekindle the light of hope. It's like just walking into the staircase passage to survive the victory.

Lin Qiu was stumbling and gritting his teeth to move forward, the blood in his chest was surging even more, and suddenly there was a "poof", and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the white woolen carpet. His face was pale, his lips were as white as paper, and his body was leaning against the wall, panting weakly, as if he could no longer hold on.

Liu Zimo, who was beside him, was even more shocked when he saw this scene, and almost screamed in surprise. He knew that his master was injured, but he didn't expect it to be so badly injured that he would spurt blood from his mouth.

Don't wait for him to ask. Lin Qiuzheng hissed and coughed a few times, raised his hand to signal not to speak, and then waved his hand forward, signaling to leave quickly.

The only hope at the moment is to enter the aisle, and if you can enter the aisle, you have the possibility of survival.

Liu Zimo cared about the master's comfort in his heart, and took a deep breath, whether he wanted to or not, he carried Lin Qiuzheng on his back. Gritted his teeth and walked briskly towards the end of the aisle.

It's just that his own shoulders were already injured, and Lin Qiuzheng was now carrying it on his back, under the strong weight pressure, the wound that had been simply bandaged before immediately burst and oozes blood, and the blood gushed out almost instantly, soaking the clothes of his arms, turning into a kind of red clothes with both arms.

He staggered a few steps forward, "Boom! There was a loud bang, and the wall in front of the left collapsed, blocking the way. In the midst of the smoke and dust, a bloody man stepped out of the wall. This is not Zhao Yu, who else can there be.

I saw that Zhao Yu was covered in blood, blocking in front of the two. The black flames had spread to his chest like a piece of black flame armor, burning brightly. He looked at the two people in front of him, and slowly spoke: "It's just started, why did you leave?" I haven't had enough of it. ”

The tone was extremely flat, but the playfulness was not reduced by half, and the two seemed to be playthings in his eyes.

Drops of blood dripped down the cuffs onto the white woollen carpet and disappeared. I was still a few steps away from the staircase, and I was really wasted.

Liu Zimo looked at Zhao Yu, who was like a grim reaper, only to feel that his throat was dry, and he swallowed his saliva. At the moment, he has no direction, and he doesn't know what to do. If it doesn't work, won't you run away by yourself? No! Absolutely not! The thought was fleeting.

It's everyone's instinct to survive, but not now. He is unwilling and will never abandon his master to survive alone, because it does not conform to the laws of his life. Wasn't the original intention of choosing to be a police officer to eliminate violence and peace, and sacrifice himself to save others? How can you escape?!

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more ashamed and hated the thought of running away that had flashed by him. A man dies with a big scar, and eighteen years later he is a good man again! I'm afraid of a yarn! Suddenly, I only felt a sky-high aura rise inexplicably in my chest. This arrogance swept away the previous fear and panic.

Liu Zimo turned his heart sideways, glared at Zhao Yu angrily, and shouted: "Damn! I still don't believe it! Isn't there anything in the world that can cure you?! Although he scolded heavily, he instinctively moved a few steps back. I still want to wait for an opportunity to escape first.

At this time, Liu Zimo only felt "Bang!" in his ears! Boom! Boom! There was a loud bang, and the eardrums were even more buzzing, almost deaf. With a few loud noises, the aisle was also bursting with firelight, and the three figures were reflected on the wall with three brushes. Then I smelled a familiar smell in my nose, which was the smell of gunpowder.

Lin Qiuzheng half-opened his eyes, leaned on his back, grabbed his shoulder with one hand, straightened forward with the other, and said weakly: "Quick.." Take it! ”

Liu Zimo turned his head slightly, and found that a pistol was stretched out straight next to his ear. Then he asked puzzledly: "Master.. This...? As he spoke, he took the gun in one hand and held it in his hand.

Lin Qiuzheng coughed a few times in a low voice and whispered: "Young man, let me tell you, the best way to knock down an opponent is to use a pistol ......."

It turned out that Lin Qiuzheng had already prepared for the worst before going out today. No matter how capable Zhao Muqiong is, he is still a living person in the final analysis, and the best weapon to deal with a living person is to use a gun.

So I deliberately hid a pistol at the back of the waist in case of emergency. But he never expected that it would be used at this time, and it would still be used on Zhao Yu. He has never liked to use a gun, and if it were not for the moment of life and death, he would never raise a gun to shoot.