Chapter Eighty-Eight: March of the Killing
"Kill !!"
The minions screamed violently, and from the moment they took the first step, Carl and they secretly cried out for trouble.
"I didn't expect it to be a group of gangsters who have been fighting in the streets for a long time." Carl was also taken aback by their momentum, and at first glance he knew that each of them had fought no less than ten life-and-death street fights.
However, no matter what, if you dare to block the road and rob, be ready to be killed! Karl's eyes flashed with blood, the corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he scolded.
"Old dog, die!"
Hearing this, a black tough guy walking in front of him changed his face, his muscles swelled, brandished a pair of Nepalese sabers, and killed him like a fierce tiger beast.
"Boy, don't be rampant!!"
Sonor!
Sonor!
Sonor!
The two exchanged three knives in a short period of time, and the sonorous sound between the metals was deafening, and the black man's fighting talent was really shocking, and his brute force and chaotic knife skills forced Carl back.
What a vigorous guy!
Carl gasped, it wasn't worth it to be with him, black people were basically superior to other colored people in combat at the same height.
Karl retreated decisively, choosing to avoid his edge for the time being.
"Kill !!"
Seeing this, the blood in the eyes of the black tough guy skyrocketed, and he killed it with a hideous face, and the speed of the slash was more than doubled, and there were gusts of strange wind, and he looked like a fierce appearance of surging and swallowing mountains and rivers.
Carl was a little more technical in comparison, though, and those attacks rained down like a rain, all of which were cleverly avoided by his light-as-the-swallow footsteps.
Die!
Die!
Die!
The black tough guy was sweating like rain, and he was very angry when he was dodged and attacked continuously, and that kid was like a slippery loach, and he narrowly avoided the attack every time.
"It turned out to be just a guy with brute force."
Karl laughed in his heart, retreated, and quietly pulled out a throwing knife, his falcon-like eyes looking for an opportunity.
"Boy, stop if you have a kind! Don't hide like a mouse! The black tough guy sneered angrily.
It's just that such a clumsy sarcasm doesn't work at all, but makes Carl happy.
"I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you! ”
He shouted angrily at the sky, his muscles bulged, and the whole person jumped up, slashing at him with a knife like a savage giant spirit.
Here's your chance!
Karl's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light, seizing this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and with a movement of his right hand, a hint of coldness shone through.
The black tough guy only felt a flower in front of him, and then he felt something sharp into his stomach, and his body in the air suddenly stopped, and he fell from mid-air with a scream like a piece of.
"Fack! Despicable and shameless rats! The black tough guy curled up on the ground, blood spurting from his abdomen, and his face twitched in pain.
But even so, he opened his blood-stained mouth and cursed angrily, pounding the ground in pain like a child.
"How dare you hurt Backer!? I'll kill you! A middle-aged uncle with a full beard looked at first incredulous, and then scolded angrily.
"Richard, watch out for that kid's throwing knife, Falk !!" Buckle reminded and screamed again.
Richard was slightly chubby, with a barrel waist and a fat face, and every step he took would look like an earthquake on the ground, like an angry main battle tank.
The mace in his hand is simply a weapon for God to block and kill God, and Buddha to block and kill Buddha. Although the speed is not fast, but every time it is smashed down, there will be small pits on the ground, and the ground is as solid as gold and stone, if it is smashed on the human body, it will definitely kill if it is touched.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Rumble!
Richard's face was pale, his height of more than two meters and the fat on his body were like a moving mountain, and the iron rod in his hand made Carl jealous, and he didn't dare to approach a range of one meter around him.
"Despicable rat, I see where you can run!?" Richard spread out his elephant-legged hands and scolded madly.
With his body rumbling, Carl felt like he was facing an elephant, not a man.
"Gotta find a cramped spot!" Carl's mind moved, and he immediately thought of a way, but he had to be the mountain of meat to follow.
"Hey, fat pig, come and catch me, come on!"
Carl jumped up and down like a monkey, making a grimace and saying something humiliating.
These words worked wonderfully, and his eyes were blood-red, his skin was red and swollen like fire, and he stomped on the ground, splashing puffs of dust.
"Mouse, you've succeeded in pising me off, I'm going to tear you out and break your bones!!"
Richard angrily fought the bull and pounded his chest like an angry silverback gorilla, shaking his fat all over his body, and his voice was as fierce as a cannonball, roaring.
it! Here it comes!
Karl's pupils shrank sharply, and he only felt as if the leylines were cracked, as if an abyss lord had torn apart the earth's crust and reappeared in the world, murderous, and even formed substance.
Of course, it was just a feeling, but the ground was indeed shaken by his smashing, and the momentum was not bad.
One large and one small figure chased and fled into an abandoned factory, and some facilities and even the cement floor were smashed along the way, followed by a cloud of smoke and dust.
"Mouse, you can't escape, surrender obediently! Maybe I can spare you from dying, otherwise Lao Tzu wouldn't mind letting you try the pain of broken bones! ”
Roshan Richard walked into a factory, his small eyes searching for the figure left and right, and the mace in his hand gently tapped on the pipe next to him, like a death request.
While......
While......
While......
What a great guy!
Carl hid behind a machine, his eyes slightly closed and his mouth open to gasp, he didn't expect that after fighting him for so long, the mountain of Roshan still tirelessly pursued him, holding a mace, beating him as a vole.
"He's a character! He's strong, but I'm stronger! Carl clenched his fists secretly, and a pair of starry eyes lit up with a bright light, like two rounds of scorching sun.
"Found you, Mouse!"
Call!
Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, and then a mace slammed down with a wind-breaking sound, shattering everything like an asteroid with each blow.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The mace with a cold glow hung down from the sky, and Karl dodged with a fierce ejection, rolling five meters away, and the generator behind it had already been shattered and smashed to pieces.
"Hey, hey, die!" Richard's eyes glittered with blood, like an abyssal ghost, lusting to kill the humble and weak humans.
"There's no end to it!?" Karl's eyes seemed to be rampaging with flames, and he was five meters away from him.
It's like David confronting Goliath in the Bible.
Richard licked his dry lips, put his mace on his shoulder, stretched out his right hand, gave a thumbs up, turned it upside down, and smirked:
"Die!"