Even though the new era was constantly fighting in the plane, and the first-aid drugs for treating trauma were far more powerful than those in the old era, the heavy injuries to the lower body still made Brian almost die of pain.

It wasn't until his subordinates applied a large amount of external anesthetic drugs and therapeutic drugs to the wound, and he impatiently injected two packets of A-class 'powder' into his body by intravenous injection one after another, which finally suppressed the pain that made people unable to even breathe.

If an ordinary person were injected with such a high purity and such a large dose of drugs, he would have died of central nervous system poisoning, but Brian had already slowly adapted to the invasion of 'powder' because his body had already slowly adapted to the invasion of 'powder', so he persevered after a period of convulsions, but his strings of reason were also completely destroyed due to the overdose of ** stimulation of the brain.

It stands to reason that Brian's only choice at this time was to rush to the emergency room of the hospital for treatment, but when he got up from the ground with an extremely distorted face, he howled incoherently: "Kill, kill, kill that heavy machine knight, kill me that guy!"

At all costs, I must kill him, kill him, where he is, there..."

Seeing that Brian had completely fallen into a frenzy, one of his subordinates replied in fear: "Boss, that guy is hiding in the warehouse on a motorcycle, and Byrne is searching for his traces." ”

"Did you hide in the warehouse, great, great, so that I can kill him myself, kill him..."Hearing this, Brian roared and snatched a large-caliber automatic rifle from the nearest gangster, and staggered into the warehouse step by step, regardless of the serious injuries to his lower body and legs, "Close all the doors for me."

I'm going to let this rat have no way to escape, come out, you come out for me...", a cathartic madness.

More than two feet of flame erupted from the barrel as Brian's fingers pulled the trigger.

Thousands of bullets poured at a rate of eight per second on the body of the stolen car and on the walls of the warehouse, splashing countless flashing sparks.

If it was a car in the old era, I am afraid that there would have been a series of explosions due to a bullet in the fuel tank, but fortunately, the fuel in the new era not only contains higher energy, is denser, but also less likely to be ignited, so although the fuel of several cars, because of the relationship between the shooting, from the ruptured fuel tank, the dark red light flowed out, but the big disaster did not happen.

But even so, the damaged vehicles were enough to give Brian a bad reputation and not be able to account to the gang.

"Boss, please don't shoot, if these cars are destroyed, how can we explain to Boss Bifu!" The tall black man who had intercepted Zhang Longchu and brought him to Brian said in a hesitant voice with a hesitant face.

Hearing such an admonition, Brian should have stopped even if he had a trace of sanity left, but at this moment, the hatred of losing the most important organ, function and dignity of men, mixed with the exuberant effect of drugs, had made him completely lose his reason, and he roared angrily, "It's better than welfare, it's better than welfare!"

Isn't my 'baby' more precious than these broken cars of Welfare, you damn bastard, how dare you look down on me so much...", a backhand shot directly pierced the tall black man's head and knocked out his brain.

Although Brian has a gloomy, irritable personality, and behaves perversely, it is the first time that he kills his subordinates without any legitimate reason, and some gangsters who are also planning to persuade see this scene, and immediately turn pale and obediently close their mouths.

Immediately afterward, they heard Brian yelling, "I said, I didn't just say, shut all the doors for me, and if you let that rat escape, I'll let you all die." ”

The tall black man's still twitching corpse on the ground made Brian's orders ten times easier than before, and several of the doors of the warehouse were quickly locked by his men with old-fashioned thick iron locks.

Looking around and seeing that the doors were locked, Brian smiled and yelled, "Now turn on the lights of all the cars, and then we will take the guns and slowly catch the 'rats'..."

Hearing this command, the gangsters had to start opening the doors one by one and turning on the lights, and unlike the warehouse, which only had six doors to enter and exit, there were more than 150 cars inside, and the personnel were scattered unconsciously.

One of them, a young man with a mustache and dressed like a cowboy, with only a bloody skull in his eyes attached to the crook of his arm, indicating his gangster status, scolded and scolded after separating from his companions, "What a hell of a life, others have been guarding the old warehouse for several years, and we just took over and had an accident, and the boss was hit there...

The last time I drew a treasure chest when I counted the tarot cards, I thought it was going to be transferred, but my luck turned out to be worse...", walked to an RV, and was about to open the door, when suddenly I felt a cold ankle, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Then, before he could react, a short spear with a dagger-like sharp blade suddenly stretched out from under the RV and stabbed directly into the collarbone where his neck and chest were connected, cutting off his artery, and the person who shot it was the ancient warrior who Zhang Longchu brought back to reality from the strange object.

After a stabbing blow, the samurai retracted under the RV, rolled over, and disappeared without a trace.

It was only at this time that the bearded young man felt the pain and wailed instinctively, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he choked on his throat with blood gushing out of his body, and he couldn't make a sound at all, so he could only clench his hands spasmodically, pull the trigger, and let the recoil of the spear shake his arm.

"What's the matter, William, find that damn one..."Hearing this series of gunshots, the eyes of the man closest to the bearded young man were black, and the eyes of the depressed white man in his thirties lit up, and he was the first to run over, but he didn't expect that his companion's hand holding the gun had already lost control, and before he finished speaking, he was hit by a stray bullet and opened several large holes in his body, twitched a few times, and quickly lost his life.

A few minutes later, surrounded by a group of gangster thugs, he never expected that at the beginning of the expected cruel revenge game of 'cat and mouse', Brian, who had inexplicably lost his soldiers, stood next to the RV, looking at the two bloody corpses on the ground, and his already angry chest couldn't help but boil even more.

His eyes looked at his subordinates around him as if they were on fire, and he roared hoarsely: "Dozens of people are equipped with long spears and short guns, and they can't even deal with a single guy, you guys are really waste, go find me, go find that mouse, I'm going to peel off his skin..."

The surrounding gangsters looked at each other and hurriedly responded, "Yes." They dispersed with each other, but this time they cautiously turned into pairs to search.

Unfortunately, for a samurai who is good at using cold weapons and is more accustomed to hunting in the jungle than in the open, it is not difficult to kill two terrified modern thugs in the form of a guerrilla station in a warehouse that is dimly lit and densely packed with cars, and the environment is like a dense forest of steel.

The elusive appearance of the ancient warrior is that he can often take the life of a group of enemies with a single swing of a halberd or a shield strike, and although he will occasionally be shot by a gun after a long battle, he is lucky to avoid the vital point a few times.

Because this ancient warrior is an alchemy body completely different from the mortal body, with the support of pious beliefs, as long as it is not fatal such as being hit on the head and chest after being broken through the armor, other parts can maintain a certain combat effectiveness even if they are injured, and they can continue to fight.

On the contrary, with the increase in the number of deaths, the will to fight of the gangsters in the warehouse gradually collapsed, especially when they subconsciously pessimized that they had changed from hunters to prey, they became even more crazy, and at the slightest disturbance or even just a psychological illusion, they shot directly and fired wildly at all costs.

In this way, under the destruction of the criss-crossing barrage, luxury cars worth tens, tens or even millions of yuan have turned into piles of scrap iron.

The high-energy fuel flowing from the tank soaked almost half of the floor of the warehouse, and the heat released made people sweat profusely.

Fear, heat, red light like blood evaporating... In the increasingly bad environment, when the gangster thugs suddenly found that there were no companions as far as their eyes could see, the few survivors who were still alive finally broke down and rushed to the warehouse gate.

Dramatically, the thick old iron locks that had been used to prevent the enemy from escaping had become their biggest enemy, and when the key trembled but could not be inserted into the keyhole, the blood-stained figure of the ancient warrior had already leapt out of the shadows like a beast and rushed towards the enemy.

The world is impermanent, and the contest between cold and ** is even more subtle, and the ancient samurai who killed more than 30 gun-wielding modern gangsters in a row during the elusive guerrilla fight, and when he was full of confidence to pursue the remnants of the enemy from darkness to light, he was unexpectedly hit hard.

Under the volley of fire from the gangsters who were desperate and forced to fight back, he was almost beaten into a sieve, and if it weren't for the tough rattan armor and the shield to protect the vital point, he would have been killed on the spot.

However, when the ancient samurai ignored his serious injuries and approached the survivors by a decisive charge, those gangsters who had just become powerful turned into a bunch of fish belly, and were convulsed and lost their lives after being hit by a few halberds and shields.

After clearing the last of the enemies, the ancient samurai also shook his body and fell straight to the ground, and then the luster in his eyes slowly dissipated, and quickly weathered into a pile of ashes.