"Between life and death, there is a great terror."

Leon's ethereal voice echoed through the warehouse, like a symphony playing simultaneously in all directions, making it impossible to pinpoint where it was.

"When the plasma flows out of the body, and the soul leaves the body, all that remains is a skin with residual warmth."

In the darkness, Leon ran to the heavy gasps of a gunman, the sharp iron plate delicately slicing open the aorta, and the sound of blood spraying was drowned out in the howl.

enemies, there are five left.

"Damn, shit, shit!"

Scarface roared in his heart, huddled at an abandoned wooden table in the corner of the warehouse, groping his way up and down to find the location of the flashlight,

The remaining gunmen, who heard the screams of their companions, were even more panicked, and poured bullets from their pistols at the location where the sound came from, the flickering light of the fire was almost the only glimmer of light in the darkness.

"Don't shoot!"

Scarface had just shouted, but it was too late.

A smile rose at the corner of Li Ang's mouth, his feet stepped on the concrete floor silently, his palms turned into knives and slashed at the gunner's neck, and at the moment when the other party groaned in pain, his hands were already twisted around the opponent's arms like long snakes.

After all, Leon's current body is just a 16-year-old thin boy, and he has been adrift at sea for more than ten days, eating some unsatisfying dough and muddy water.

In order to maintain a high intensity of continuous fighting, he used his aura to run rapidly along the veins around his body, to use more modern terms, to speed up his metabolism like a rush.

The heart was almost beating out of the chest, the lungs felt an unbearable burning pain, and every muscle was groaning in vain.

It has to be done quickly.

He twisted his arms so that the gunman's arm dislocated in response, and the screams drowned out the sound of the pistol falling to the ground.

Leon stretched out his toes, kicked the pistol up, and gently pinched the pistol grip with his right hand.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at the opponent's eye socket, the brass bullet spun and drilled out of the chamber, and the sturdy human skull was descriptive in front of it.

With a bang, red-white brains splashed down on the wall.

There are four people left.

Leon didn't have time to catch his breath, and his short figure rolled to dodge the bullets fired by Scarface.

"Yellow-skinned monkey, you're out there!"

A gunman on the verge of collapse shouted hoarsely, and he ran out of all the bullets in his magazine in a frenzy, but found nothing but smashing the steel roof of a warehouse or piercing the plastic curtain of a tent.

"Idiot!" Scarface screamed inwardly, ignoring the screams of the gunman's guns, and fumbled for the flashlight on the table by the light of the fire.

The button was triggered, and the luminous array composed of six small light bulbs tore through the thick black curtain, and Scarface waved his flashlight, and immediately turned off the power after seeing the surrounding situation clearly, and the whole person stepped back.

Bang!

A bullet hit Scarface exactly where it was, and it was just a fraction of a second.

Scarface trembled inwardly, where the hell did this damn yellow-skinned monkey come from? What the is this smuggling? Why don't you break through the Coast Guard and break into Gotham City alone?

Scarface forced himself to calm down, and he slowly moved against the wall to reach the shutter door switch.

The power supply of the roller shutter is independent, and it only takes three seconds, and three seconds can raise a gap large enough for one person to roll through.

Scarface silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned on the flashlight again, and threw it out without looking.

Leon, who was hiding in the corner of the warehouse, poked his head out and shot the last two stunned gunmen by the light of the flashlight, and wanted to aim at Scarface, but found that the other party had rolled out of the warehouse.

"Stubborn resistance."

Li Ang sneered, stepped quickly, picked up the flashlight that fell to the ground, and the whole person rushed out like an arrow from the string.

A low moan rang out in the corner, and Leon turned his head to see the South Asian girl.

Her left abdomen was scarlet, and her plasma was pouring out as if she didn't want money, apparently from a stray bullet.

"Seeing his life, I can't bear to see his death, I am too forgetful in my cultivation, but after all, I can't be ruthless, and I regard others as ants..."

Leon sighed and walked back, approached the girl, and asked in Nanyang, "Little girl, what is your name?" ”

"My name is Ming...."

Before the words fell, Li Ang had already urged the last trace of aura around his body to heat the two fingers until they were red, and inserted them into the wound between the girl's waist and abdomen with unmistakable precision, and pinched out the copper bullets in them like tweezers.

"You're lucky you didn't hurt your internal organs, lie down here, I'll call the police."

Leon dragged the corpse of a gunman, tore off his shirt to wrap the girl's wounds, and after thinking about it, he simply stripped off the gunman's clothes and draped them around his body indiscriminately, hiding his figure.

Run, the farther away the better!

Scarface ran in the wilderness with a pistol, but he couldn't raise the courage to face Leon at the moment, who was fierce and tyrannical in the past.

"That yellow-skinned monkey, he's a demon! Demon! ”

Scarface gasped and ran into a truck parked outside the warehouse, rummaging through his pockets for the keys with trembling hands.

"I swear to God, when I go out I will take twenty, nay, thirty gunslingers, find this demon and torture him in the most cruel and vicious way...."

Scarface hurriedly plugged in the car keys and started the engine, the rapidly spinning tires rubbing against the fine gravel on the ground, and the next second the truck would carry him to escape.

At this time, Li Ang had just stepped out of the warehouse door, he was holding a flashlight in one hand and a pistol in the other, and when he heard the sound of the car starting, he leaned over and rushed over.

"Let's go!"

Scarface slapped the steering wheel angrily, the bright lights illuminating the rising smoke, but the truck had no intention of moving itself.

What's going on? Scarface poked his head out of the window, and through the headlights, he saw through the dust four or five slender steel ropes, one end tied into the ground, the other tied to different parts of the vehicle, firmly holding the car firmly in place.

"Tell me, what's going on in the warehouse?"

A hoarse and low voice sounded on the roof of the car as if it were coming from hell, an urban legend that circulates in Gotham, a nightmare that all criminals fear.

Scarface shuddered and whispered, "Bat, Batman? ”

His question went unanswered, and a muscular fist hammered through the windshield of the vehicle, easily lifting Scarface out of his seat.

Punch after punch, a fist wrapped in Kevlar armor hammered into the bridge of Scarface's nose, leaving the scum's face completely covered in blood.

However, the Batman hidden in his cloak didn't expect Scarface to laugh instead of screaming in horror when he saw him.

Joyful, narrowly escaped smiles.

"Hahaha, saved, saved." Scarface's white fangs were a little funny under the blood, and he squeezed out a smile at Batman, and kept muttering, "You won't kill the criminal, save me." ”