The remaining eight people had a look of fear in their eyes, "! ”

"Why the is so good!"

The boss shouted in a hoarse voice during the sudden blow, "Kill him, do it together, kill him!" Hack him to death! He's only one man! He roared sickly.

He slapped himself on the side, trying to get a knife. He forgot that he came out without a knife. Why did he need to bring his own knife? The other party is just one person.

The remaining eight people hesitated for half a second. The boss often said to them, "When you come out to mingle, you have to have the heart to die again if you want to come out." Otherwise, you won't be able to get out of it. ”

Eight people shouted in unison, "Ah! He roared and rushed out. Sometimes, people need guts.

Roars often bring courage. It's an old experience.

Even animals roar loudly when they fight. In this way, I will be proud of myself.

Eight men rushed up on the water. Most of the splashes were like sprinkler trucks.

Fu Hao passed through these people. His knife passed through the vital organs of these men.

Eight people are the same as the joints of the human body. They need to be structured with each other.

These people are more ruthless and fierce than the average gangster. But there is no big difference in technology.

It's just that there are many people.

Fu Hao's left knife slammed into the first person's knife, and the man's body shook slightly, and the knife slashed through his neck. Blood rushed out like arrows.

The man on the right raised his knife and stabbed him in the ribs. He snorted, crouched on the ground, and didn't move.

Fu Hao could feel that every time someone died, the fear in the eyes of the people around him would increase by a point.

The fifth person he killed was the curly-haired man who pointed his red nails at him.

Curly likes his slender fingers the most, so he likes to point his fingers at others, and use the kind of action that he thinks is very ** and very imposing to make others gossip.

He once followed the boss to pick a local gangster, and the boss took a dozen people into the building where the other party lived. He pointed his finger at the waitress who was about to call the police. Without speaking, the woman immediately stopped in fright.

Another time, when cutting people at the barbecue stand, it was the same way, the nine of them surrounded the barbecue stall and cut people.

The boss crouched on the ground, trying to talk to the bloody man who had been slashed six times. He pointed to the stall owner next to him who wanted to make a call. The man immediately took the phone and crouched on the ground.

That's what he used to say. Those whom he pointed out were all acquainted. The one I met today was the first person I didn't know.

When Fu Hao killed him, there were only three of the twelve people left.

The people who had been shouting loudly had stopped making noise. The fear of death weighs on the head of every living person. People can't make a sound.

There was great fear in Curly's eyes.

He screamed like a snake and waved the Toyo sword in his hand, which was beautifully decorated with patterns.

Fu Hao's knife slashed at his Oriental knife, only a fraction of a centimeter away, missing from the air. Then the blade slashed through the gap under his right rib. The knife slashed through his liver and arteries. And take advantage of the trend to make a big opening.

Blood spurted out, like he wore half a red dress around his waist.

He sat down on the ground with his hands over his wounds.

Eight people were left with three of them left.

But they all covered their blood-spurting wounds with their hands, and they couldn't make any sound.

The Boss's body was as cold as in the ice cellar, and he stepped back in the water, "You, you, you...... Who is it? ”

Fu Hao suddenly played up Zhang San's lines in a certain Three Kingdoms movie, "I'm a pig killer." ”

Of course, Fu Hao didn't say this.

The boss turned around and ran.

With the ferocity of these people under him, the boss must usually ask these people who are not afraid of death. But it is also the norm for people who ask others not to be afraid of death, and they are often afraid of death.

At that time, the Japanese Empire repeatedly asked soldiers to make jade crushing charges. kamikazes, suicide submarines and so on. Even Japanese refugees have asked for suicide to consult the country.

But none of those high-level Japanese leaders, from Hideki Tojo and Seishiro Itagaki to Okamura Ninji, were willing to commit suicide.

They were all captured alive, all kinds of trials, all kinds of trying to save their lives. even pretended to be crazy at the time of the trial.

People who fool others to die are often the ones who refuse to die......

Fu Hao chased behind, he had a first-level running skill, and after his body became perfect, his running speed was amazing.

The boss couldn't outrun him.

His legs were also frightened, so he ran out for more than a dozen steps, and suddenly slipped and fell into the water.

He turned around on the ground, leaned against the bare concrete wall, and moved as he moved and shouted, "You can't kill me!" I'm such a capable person! How can you kill me! ”

Fu Hao slashed across the rain, the blade seemed to have a piano key sound in the water, and finally cut the boss's carotid artery without hindrance, and the knife didn't even hurt his trachea.

The boss's eyes widened, and he slowly knelt down, his lips trembling. Touching his bleeding wounds with both hands, he seemed to refuse to believe it.

Fu Hao looked at the gradually dying face and thought to himself, the reason for this person's begging for mercy is something that Fu Hao rarely hears. I haven't even heard it in the movies.

Theoretically, the person who is mixed in the road, and the people under him are so ruthless, he himself must have figured out life and death a long time ago. As a result, he just didn't think he would be killed.

Fu Hao didn't let go of these guys gambling on his conscience. He was sure that as long as this guy was let go, he would turn his face and not recognize people. Thoughts such as repaying gratitude, there will be no zài in the head of such a person.

Because you let him go, he will kill you in turn, and it is very likely that you will be a **.

Fu Hao swung the knife in his hand. Then wrapped in clothes.

More than a dozen of these people's umbrellas were blown by the wind and were everywhere. Fu Hao picked it up.

Beat through the construction site. The road on the other side of the construction site, which is full of cement slag, is much easier to walk.

The rain seems to be getting lighter.

Fu Hao trotted all the way forward. Run two stops across the street. Finally, turn to Dingjun Street.

The terrain seems to be relatively high, so there is very little standing water on the ground.

It was already past three o'clock in the morning.

There was no one outside at all.

Fu Hao ran forward for three more stops. After the body is perfectly baptized, both the strength and the coordination of the body are much higher.

Especially after the increase in physical fitness, it seems that the body has inexhaustible strength.

At a street corner at the end of Dingjun Street, Fu Hao saw the only shop with lights on tonight.

It was a Lanzhou ramen restaurant. The cauldron at the door was steaming hot.

There was a little white hat with a colander in one hand, with his back to the door, looking at what was inside.

The lights at the door were bright. Three taxis are parked. Apparently there were night shift drivers eating noodles inside.