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Without saying a word, Shi Ling turned around and fled, he did not rush to the main road, nor did he think about escaping to the "Daxiang Community", but turned around and ran towards the construction site in the distance.

The construction site is not far from the "Daxiang Community", which has just been relocated, there are concrete slags and steel bars everywhere, and it can be seen that there are ruins.

A group of little hooligans in the back are frantically chasing after them.

"There are a total of seventeen people, none of them are empty-handed, this Xu Shangzhen seems to hate himself very much."

Shi Ling silently pondered while escaping, and soon rushed into the oncoming ruins, jumped and fell on a large concrete broken wall, and turned around, the seventeen people behind him had been pulled apart from the original fan shape to form a long snake because of the speed of running.

Reaching out, he quickly took out the "painkiller" from his "magic bag", opened the bottle, poured one and swallowed it, and the thin man who ran the fastest had already raised the machete in his hand and viciously slashed at Shi Ling's leg who was standing on the low wall.

Looking at this frame, I am really going to be hit, but I am afraid that the knife will be cut into the bones.

With his feet kicked on the low wall, Shi Ling jumped out, took advantage of the situation to take out the "military thorn", and suddenly stabbed out.

"Ahh

Shi Ling's arm trembled, and he looked down to see blood splashing out of his left arm, which had been inadvertently cut by the machete in the thin man's hand, because of taking the "painkiller", Shi Ling could feel the feeling of the machete cutting through the skin, but he couldn't feel the pain.

Pulling out the "military thorn" with force, the thin man fell to the ground screaming, threw the machete aside, and desperately pressed the blood hole in his thigh with both hands, rolling on the ground in pain.

"A ......" Shi Ling thought silently in his heart, and the second person and the third person had already rushed up, one of the little hooligans with long hair held a steel bar two feet long in his hand, and smashed it down towards Shi Ling's head, and the other person grabbed an iron rod and swept it towards his waist and legs, these two people all shot fast and ruthlessly, these little hooligans are used to fighting, and their skills are much more powerful than ordinary people.

When Shi Ling pulled out the "military thorn" from the thin man's thigh, his left hand had already taken out the "miniature pistol" from the "magic bag", and the two people happened to pounce, the two sides were close, and Shi Ling shot them twice in the abdomen.

The lethality of this "miniature pistol" is limited, far less than a real pistol, and the range is short, but with two hits at such a close range, the power is still considerable, and its miniature bullets are shot directly into it, and the two people only feel a sharp pain in their stomachs and stomachs, and their bodies are stagnant, and they don't understand what's going on, and the long-haired man on the left was kicked in the stomach by Shi Ling.

This kick Shi Ling's strength was not small, and he directly kicked the long-haired man out, and just happened to bump into another little hooligan who rushed up from behind.

The two bumped into each other and screamed together and rolled out.

Shi Ling took advantage of the situation and rushed out, and in his mind, the "ghost skeleton" released a steady stream of cool energy, which stimulated the "pineal gland", causing more and more powerful power to gush out of his body, so that his strength, speed, and agility increased greatly, so that he could rush out in an instant, and the military thorn in his hand pierced and pierced the thigh of the little rascal who had just been hit by the long-haired man and fell out.

The thigh was pierced in an instant, and then the military thorn was pulled out fiercely, and the blood was marked, Shi Ling silently recited the "fourth", and his body rushed towards the fifth little rascal without pause.

The thirteen people behind had all rushed over, but they didn't expect Shi Ling to shoot so quickly, and in the blink of an eye, four people were put to the ground by him, and they were all instinctively stunned, and Shi Ling had already rushed out like a cheetah, the military thorn in his hand was pierced, and the fifth little hooligan fell to the ground in response.

"Ahh

The machete cut a long wound, blood splattered, Shi Ling didn't feel the pain, the miniature pistol backhand shot missed, but it was followed by two more shots, and finally put down one again, and the bullets in it still had four rounds left.

The attack power of the miniature pistol, as far away as the distance becomes, the lethality becomes a large radial attenuation, and even if it hits a person, it is only a skin injury, so Shi Ling must close the distance before he can shoot.

Among the seventeen people, nine have been put down by him, these people have no "painkillers" to take, and the military thorn pierced a transparent blood hole in their bodies, and their entire legs are useless, and they are rolling on the ground in pain, and they can no longer stand up.

Eight people, their faces covered with cold sweat, or holding machetes, or holding iron rods, surrounded Shi Ling.

At this time, they also noticed that Shi Ling was holding a small black pistol smaller than a palm in his left hand that they had never seen, this pistol shot out silently, and they also found that this small pistol was not very lethal, otherwise Shi Ling would have shot one by one, as long as he put down two or three casually, the rest of the people would have been scattered as birds and beasts.

Shi Ling was injured by a knife in the back, and the blood stained his shirt red, but there was no painful expression on his face, staring at the eight people around him like a wolf, this expression made these little hooligans around him frightened.

Slightly waving the blood-stained military thorn in his hand, revealing his snow-white teeth, he smirked: "Come up, go up-" This hideous demeanor combined with the nine people who fell to the ground and groaned in pain around him, it looked indescribably weird and terrifying.

Xu Shangzhen held an iron rod tightly in his hand, his whole body was trembling slightly, he felt his legs weaken, he had never seen such a ruthless person, he was injured without showing the slightest pain.

"You're not coming up? Then I'm on—" Shi Ling grinned, and suddenly rushed towards Xu Shangzhen.

"Everyone, hurry up—" Xu Shangzhen shouted, but he instinctively stepped back, and this retreat, he tripped over a piece of gravel and fell hard.

This time, Xu Shangzhen was the leader, he stole a lot of money from his family, and with his usual relationship, he found so many little hooligans, originally thinking of crippling Shi Ling, for them who are underage little hooligans, they are simply lawless, without the slightest scruples, and even have a temper, even dare to kill.

And something really happened, Xu Shangzhen believed that his father would settle everything.

Now Xu Shangzhen was so frightened that he retreated and fell, and the other seven little hooligans suddenly felt frightened.