"East Five Miles!"

Chen Hao stood downstairs of the five-star hotel, determined the location of the funeral home in the eastern district of the city, and suddenly toed to the ground, directly turned into an afterimage, flew in the air, and headed towards the funeral home in the eastern district.

Eastside Funeral Home.

The tall morgue, the thick chimney, the faint smell of rotting corpses, and the colorful flowers in the museum.

Now, in front of the morgue, a tall van is parked.

Next to the van, several white-skinned men with big shoulders and round waists and suits, holding cigars in their hands, talked roughly.

"Mr. Curator, are you sure that there are no corpses of Huaxia people? You know, a corpse can be sold for 5,000 meters of gold, this business is very good. ”

"Mr. John, don't worry, if there are any more corpses of Huaxia people, I will definitely notify you as soon as possible. ”

The funeral director, who claims to be Sendi, is about fifty years old, patted his chest and promised, and then said with a smile: "But now there are no more Chinese people, we have them all here, don't Mr. John need it?"

"Mr. Xie Sendi kindly reminded that we don't accept corpses from other countries, even if it is one meter of gold, no one wants it!"

John waved his hand and refused without hesitation.

Seeing this, Sendi didn't say much, but changed his voice, chatting about the weather and anecdotes.

Moments later, the funeral home staff officially went to work and opened the morgue.

The funeral home staff, and even the strong men who came with John, helped each other and brought out the corpses from the funeral home, all with Chinese faces, with major wounds on their bodies, dried blood, and a miserable death.

......

It only took a minute, spanning a five-mile range. Chen Hao appeared in the sky above the funeral home in the Eastern District, saw the van at a glance, and saw the corpses of Chinese people carried out of the morgue.

"It's a big wound, enough to drain the blood. ”

"It's all the corpses of Chinese people, and there are no other countries. ”

"Collecting Huaxia's corpses is too targeted!"

Chen Hao showed a puzzled look on his face.

However, he didn't think much about it, he fell directly from the sky, stepped on the ground abruptly, and appeared in the eyes of John and others, making John and the others look stunned.

Chen Hao's figure shook, flashing countless afterimages, appearing in front of John and the others.

"Do you have the corpses of an elderly Chinese couple here?"

His face was full of ice, he opened his mouth suddenly, and asked directly, very strong, as long as the other party did not answer, he would shoot and kill directly.

Really, it is. Chen Hao's murderous heart has risen, the whole person has transformed, his heart is like steel, and he is no longer tender to strangers.

"Shut, where did you come from, you dare to question Boss John, get out of here, or die!"

Chen Hao's body is too fast, John and the others are ordinary people's eyesight, and they didn't react at all, Chen Hao just came to the front, so he didn't feel Chen Hao's horror.

At this moment, hearing Chen Hao's questioning, before John could speak, a white-skinned strong man behind him stepped out, his face full of viciousness, pointing at Chen Hao and scolding.

When John saw it, he didn't stop it, he watched coldly, looked at Chen Hao with his eyes, and didn't see anything special.

At the same time, he also heard from Chen Hao's words that Chen Hao was here to find the bodies of the old Chinese couple. According to his guess, the old Chinese couple in Chen Hao's mouth must have died recently, and there is a ninety percent chance that they have been collected by the gang, how can they let Chen Hao take them away again!

"Yes?"

Chen Hao's eyes blinked, unmoved, his face was cold, and he asked again.

His coldness, his killing intent, are all condensing.

"Ma, look for death!"

Seeing Chen Hao ignore it directly, the white-skinned strong man was furious.

He is a good hand in the gang, and when the gang fights, he is enough to do two by himself. In his eyes, Chen Hao was just a weak Chinese young man, and under his thick arms, he could easily be put down.

Where did he think that Chen Hao didn't even look at him, and directly ignited his anger.

Swiftly, his wide and strong soles stepped away, and suddenly accelerated, like a heavy armor, galloping towards Chen Hao, making the floor of the funeral parlor paved with bricks shake a little.

"Mr. John, I feel like you're going to add another Huaxia corpse again, and it's free!"

The funeral director Sendi, who was fat and a little small in his eyes, saw the scene in front of him, couldn't help but roll his eyes, opened his mouth, and said to John who was holding a cigar next to him.

In his opinion, Chen Hao is thin and weak, and he is not an opponent for a white-skinned strong man. What's more, he also knew John's identity, so he said so.

"Oh, hehe...... Let's hope Joe doesn't let me down!"

When John heard Sendi's words, he withdrew his gaze from Chen Hao, took a puff of the cigar in his hand, and chuckled.

He also felt in his heart that the white-skinned strong man should be able to destroy Chen Hao, although Chen Hao ran a little fast, but so what, the Olympic champion ran fast, and he was still robbed by them.

What's more, the white-skinned strong man has human life in his hands and is a ruthless character.

The same is true of those who came after John.

However, when the white-skinned strong man arrived in front of Chen Hao, they saw a frightened scene.

"Self-inflicted!"

Chen Hao looked at the white-skinned strong man who was gradually approaching, and snorted coldly.

He raised his palm, curled up his five fingers, and directly clenched them into a fist, and the spiritual power in his body overflowed a trace, wrapped around the fist, and blasted out in the air against the white-skinned strong man with a hideous face and running.

"Poof!"

The fist is too fast, compressing the air, making a slight popping sound.

Then I saw that the thin layer of spiritual power wrapped around the fist directly broke away from the fist and bombarded the white-skinned strong man, passing all the way, bringing a strong wind.

The white-skinned strong man ran at high speed, and the speed became faster and faster, and there were three meters more to reach Chen Hao.

But suddenly.

"Bang!"

His head with a hideous face shattered in full view of everyone. White, red, splashing on all sides. The smell of blood suddenly filled the front of the morgue, and even because Chen Hao's fist was too strong, his brains splashed on the suit of the funeral director Sen Di.

Even though his head had been shattered, the headless body of the white-skinned strong man still ran two steps forward before he fell to the ground with a bang.

"Why? He just threw a punch from afar, and he ...... Just killed?"

Sen Di, the director of the funeral home, saw this scene, and his jaw dropped in shock, completely shocked by Chen Hao's methods.

As a citizen of the United States, he had never seen the magical Chinese martial arts.

Engraved at the same time.

"Smack!"

The cigar that John was holding in his finger suddenly fell to the ground with a soft thud. However, John couldn't take care of those anymore, and looked at Chen Hao in a daze at the moment, and he wanted to cry.

He knew that he had kicked the iron plate today.