Two o'clock in the evening, in the dead of night, Jinghua City, Marriott International Hotel.

"Squeak. ”

With a series of fierce brakes, a long string of "golden cups" stopped directly outside the hotel, and then, jumped down a large gang of black-clothed men holding three-foot-long swords, the handle of the knife wrapped in a white cloth belt, directly tied to the hand, carried on the shoulder, with a fierce face, just looking at this posture also know what they are doing here!

At least there were more than 300 people, and as soon as they got off the bus, they formed a neat line, rectangular and stretched, and they directly blocked the front door of the Marriott International Hotel.

The sword light was blue, and under the cold moon, this group of black-clothed people looked like a killing god listed from hell!

Fortunately, it was already two o'clock in the morning, and there were few pedestrians on the road, otherwise this group of people would not have caused much commotion if they stopped here.

However, it still frightened some young men and women who had just had fun and wanted to roll the sheets back in the hotel, but fortunately, the people who could live at Marriott International were all rich people, who knew a little about many things in this world, and knew that this was a gangster business, as long as they didn't touch that mold, they should be fine. After all, the gangsters, although they are all extremely vicious fanatics, are also reasonable when doing things, and will not kill innocents indiscriminately unless it really threatens their safety or interests.

These rich people still have some understanding of these, and they will not be like ordinary people, who have a fear of gangsters from their bones, and when they encounter gangsters doing business, they will immediately turn around and run away.

......

At this time, the door of the first Hummer car finally opened, and from the co-pilot seat stepped a man in his thirties, with an inch head, dark skin, tall and burly, like an iron tower.

The nine-tattooed dragon took out a pack of soft China from his coat pocket, took out one and put it to his lips, and before he lit it, he enjoyed the faint mellow fragrance emitted from the cigarette, and said softly: "Soft China, jadeite stream, grass......! I'll never want to go back to my old little bar in my life. ”

As he spoke, he took out a pack of matches, accompanied by this "snort", stroked, put the cigarette forward, and took two puffs of "pop papa", and suddenly caught fire, spitting out a large patch of blue smoke, surrounded by firelight, some could not see his face clearly, and he could only vaguely look at the angular outline, very resolute, but a little dark.

At this point, the nine-patterned dragon threw away the match in his hand, with a cigarette in his mouth, but his right hand passed through his coat and stretched out to his waist.

"Sneer......"

With a piercing sound of metal rubbing, the next moment, he directly pulled out a whaling fork made of extreme force from his waist, and the blade danced with cold light, even from a distance, he could feel the cold air emitted from it!

"It's time to work, guys, bring all the masks to Lao Tzu!"

The Nine-Striped Dragon shouted and said in a deep voice: "This is the first fire since you entered my Cloud Heaven Society, all of them have given Lao Tzu a spirit, and when you are done, I will send you to the Siberian training camp for a month of brutal training, and directly build you into the most powerful warriors!

Siberian Training Camp ......

That's a place where only the core members of the Cloud Sky Society can go!Until now, only a group of people have gone there for a month of hellish training, and these people are at least one of the leaders now, and they will get the absolute attention of the above!

These people are all generals of the Qing Gang, and they were very beautiful when they were in the Qing Gang, but after joining the Yuntian Society in order to save their lives, they were all excluded to the periphery! Everyone knows that this is a normal thing, after all, they were once in the hostile camp, and it is impossible to get attention once they rebel!

Now's the best chance!

The words of the nine-patterned dragon are actually not difficult to understand, just one meaning - you are the real brother of the Yuntian Society!

For a while, the eyes of the Green Gang generals, who had been excluded all the time, turned red!

"Kill!"

At the sound of an order, more than 300 people rushed straight into the hall.

The nine-pattern dragon bore the brunt, the first to rush in, and as soon as he entered the door, he shouted: "Yuntian will do things, if you don't want to die, squat for Lao Tzu!"

As soon as these words came out, the waiter, the receptionist or something of the hotel staff suddenly squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and even those guests all squatted down obediently, except for ...... Except for one person!

A bald man with a black scorpion tattoo on his neck, after hearing the words of the nine-striped dragon, instead of squatting, he turned around and ran towards the elevator!

"Hack him!"

At the sound of an order, two men with good skills rushed up, the speed was very fast, and it took less than two seconds to catch up with the bald head, one left and one right, and directly the bald head * could not retreat!

"Misunderstanding, I'm not the person you're looking for!"

The bald head can't do anything anymore, and he is still struggling!

Where will the meritorious Qinggang generals care about your B business? Fuck, it's not the person we're looking for, what are you running for? Without saying a word, one after the other, he slashed over with a knife, the bald head was defenseless, and he touched two good hands, where could he hide, and he was directly put down with a scream, and the force of the chopping knife was heavy, and the two knives almost didn't give him a direct split, and he lay on the ground without moving, and the black and red blood flowed a big pool, only the body was constantly convulsing, and it seemed that he couldn't live!

But the two green gang generals were not at ease, and they slashed at the bald head again.

When the nine-striped dragon came over, the bald head was about to be chopped into a pile of minced meat, and the masks of the two green gang generals were stained with splashed blood, and the anger between the eyebrows was extremely heavy, and it was indescribably hideous!

"You two are good, I made a note of it, in the second batch of people who entered the Siberian training camp, I will give you two places. ”

The nine-patterned dragon praised it, and then said: "The people from Hongmen are on the tenth floor, follow me!"

When the words fell, a large group of people had already poured into the safe passage, no one went to take the elevator, that is a stupid thing to do, how many people can the fuck sit in an elevator? Thirteen people can squeeze in is considered a big elevator, it is almost fast, but what to do when you reach the tenth floor in a blink of an eye? There is a large group of Hongmen warriors there, so thirteen people rushed in advance to find and cut it?

No one is going to joke with their lives!

......

In order to maintain his strength, although the Nine Pattern Dragon was also anxious, he still slowed down when he went upstairs, and when he went up, it was already fifteen minutes later.

The Nine Pattern Dragon originally thought that when he came by surprise this time, he should be able to catch Hongmen by surprise and end the battle as quickly as possible, but it turned out that he was wrong, and the people who had covered the Hongmen on the tenth floor were already prepared!

The nine-striped dragon was the first to rush up, and as soon as he came out of the safe passage, he was stunned, only to see that opposite him, there was an old man wearing a fox coat, full of silver hair, standing with a smile, which was indescribably expensive.

Behind him, there stood more than forty sturdy men with bare upper bodies and machetes in their hands.

Snow Fox!

Hongmen Snow Fox!

Almost at a glance, the Nine Striped Dragon determined who this old man was! Ye Wushuang had described the appearance of the snow fox to him in detail, and he still remembered it very clearly.

In an instant, the nine-patterned dragon guessed that when he was in the hall on the first floor, he still hadn't killed the people of Hongmen, and he still had a secret whistle!

Snow Fox deserves to be a snow fox, really cunning!

(The back is chasing too closely, brothers have flowers, just give them to Lao Chu, ask for flowers, ah)