Seeing the angry Jiang Cheng show the severed hand inside his coat, Sven suddenly withered, he was the most unpopular bottom of the team, and it was okay to go outside to find food every day, but in the end, most of the food he worked hard to find had to be handed over to the gang.

Who made him not a strong person such as a migrant worker or a steel worker before the end of the world, but a bank clerk? Sitting in the office every day was indeed comfortable, but without exercising, his already not strong body was completely emptied.

Because of his physical reasons, he became the last member of the team, taking out the garbage and cleaning the toilets, and whether he did it well or not, he would have been sneered at by the team members, and if it weren't for the fact that there was a warrior in the team who made him feel safe, he would have left this disgusting refugee team a long time ago.

He didn't have any sense of belonging to the team, and was coerced by Jiang Cheng and naturally succumbed.

Having searched five refugee teams, Jiang Cheng's heart gradually sank, this kind of thing is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack, Jiang Cheng is not sure if his reconnaissance method is effective, everything he is doing now is based on experience and instinct.

The nest of bank clerks is on the third floor of an office building, and the third floor is an absolutely safe height, and if a bug suddenly attacks their nest, they can jump out of the windows on all sides and run for their lives as soon as possible.

As soon as he walked to the second floor of the safe passage of the office building, Jiang Cheng smelled the fragrance of white flour cake in a trance, this information shocked Jiang Cheng's spirit, and he vaguely felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Thinking of this, he covered the mouth of the bank clerk and coerced him to go to the third floor step by step. The bank clerk also wondered how the smell of white flour cakes could be reproduced when the pot could no longer be opened in the house? He craned his neck and sniffed hard, as if this would alleviate the hunger in his heart.

Approaching the safety exit on the third floor, Jiang Cheng raised his slender thighs and kicked the wooden door open, and the scene on the third floor suddenly came into view.

On the third floor of the office building, a former medical copywriting company houses many computers side by side, with a large cauldron on a computer desk in the middle of the office and a gas cylinder next to it.

A shirtless man was frying cakes in a cauldron, and there were many bags of white noodles next to him, and those white noodles were open, the same as those in Jiang Cheng's house.

There were many refugees in military coats gathered next to the cauldron, and they looked at the shirtless man frying cakes one by one, and a touch of saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth from time to time.

Next to the cauldron, a middle-aged man was riding on Liao Xiaoxiang's body, ready to take off his pants, but he was so troubled by Jiang Cheng that he stopped taking off his pants and stood up vigilantly.

Liao Xiaoxiang, who was pressed by Gou Xiaotao, saw that the person who came was Jiang Cheng, and burst into tears with excitement, he took advantage of Gou Xiaotao's stunned moment to push Gou Xiaotao to the ground, and then he lifted the pants that were picked up and dropped, and quickly retreated to the corner.

When Gou Xiaotao saw this man with a sniper rifle on his back and an angry look on his face, he knew that trouble had finally found his head.

I had heard Ma Zhilong's description before, and Gou Xiaotao probably knew Jiang Cheng's dress and appearance, and the figure in his impression completely coincided with the person in front of him.

He looked at the dozen or so rifles raised by his men, moved his muscles and bones again, and suddenly felt that the man with the sniper rifle was not something to be messed with.

With his humble realm, he couldn't feel the powerful martial arts aura emanating from Jiang Cheng's body at all.

With dozens of guns in his hands, he is still afraid that one of his guns will not work? With so many people shooting together, even if it is a D-level martial artist, I am afraid that he will shed blood, let alone an ordinary person?

Thinking about this, Gou Xiaotao suddenly felt full of confidence, he cleared his throat, and said with a little smirk: "Brother, you also saw it, my partners are indeed too hungry, otherwise they would not have robbed your family's food and women, I have more than a dozen guns under my hands, and you are a person after all, I see that you have not joined us, more people are stronger." ”

Gou Xiaotao has been walking on the rivers and lakes for so long, and he has always retained a sense of caution, if he can reconcile, it will be perfect, anyway, he will not spit out any of these white noodles and women.

Jiang Cheng stared at Gou Xiaotao angrily, like a prey, as if he hadn't heard Gou Xiaotao speak, he continued to step forward, completely ignoring the dozen or so rifles facing him.

"Brother, I think you are a character to win you over, you don't have to take an inch, take a step forward, I will ask my men to shoot. Gou Xiaotao didn't expect that this Jiang Cheng would dare to step forward under the threat of more than a dozen rifles under his hands, did he not want to die?

"Do you want to shoot? Jiang Cheng squeezed out these words from between his teeth, in this office building, everyone has to die, only by killing them, Jiang Cheng's angry heart will be calmed, and the heart of martial arts will be smooth.

"Boy, what are you talking about? Let's shoot? You can't be driven crazy by this cruel end times, right?" There were bursts of wild laughter from the crowd, and only Gou Xiaotao couldn't laugh at the moment.

He didn't care much about Jiang Cheng just now, but when he was stared at by Jiang Cheng's eyes full of coldness, he suddenly felt that he couldn't breathe smoothly, as if he was pressed against a big stone in his chest, only when facing a peerless powerhouse, Gou Xiaotao would have this feeling.

He wanted to speak very much at the moment, he wanted to tell his subordinates not to do anything, but the coercion from Jiangcheng was too strong, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.

Jiang Cheng took a step forward, Gou Xiaotao's pressure would be a few points heavier, and as the number of steps increased, the corners of Gou Xiaotao's mouth unconsciously overflowed a few drops of blood, that is, at the same time, Gou Xiaotao's men began to shoot wildly.

Jiang Cheng is now standing at a safe distance, which has threatened the safety of the group, forcing the refugees to shoot.

"Boss, why are you telling him this? Just shoot him. ”

"Shoot him. ”

"Yes! Kill him. ”

There was a loud gunfire in the office building, and Jiang Cheng's body turned into an afterimage in place, like a fierce tiger running into the panicked flock.

Rifle bullets can't threaten Jiang Cheng's safety in the slightest, in order to reach the Dirty Refining Realm, as long as he doesn't hurt his head, Jiang Cheng is immortal, and his vitality will quickly repair the body that has been blown up, not to mention, Jiang Cheng can accurately judge the trajectory of these people's shots through the movements of these refugees' muscles, even if they don't reach the Refining Dirty Realm, they can't hurt Jiang Cheng.

The black ancient knife in Jiang Cheng's hand was held obliquely, he was like a bouncing bullet, in the crowd ****, he raised and fell with the knife in his hand, and the black knife qi swam in the air, like a substance, compiled into a terrible net like a laser, and the refugees who were stained with the knife qi net were either cut off or had their necks cut off.

Jiang Cheng is like a killing god, shuttling among the refugees.